'Then I'm quite sure they won't admit you!' Lucy said very decidedly. 'Lovers are not even mentioned in the rules.' 'Well,' he said, shrugging his shoulders. They were such handsome, manly shoulders. They didn't stoop, or droop, they were not round or misshapen, or one an inch higher than the other, like so many scholars' shoulders. They were broad, and square, and manly, and they had the strength of a giant. He rowed five in his college boat, and was the best 'forward' in the 'Varsity football team. 'Well,' he said, looking down at the girl's dainty profile, and the curve of her soft cheek, and the dimple in her chin--he had looked at them afar off across the benches in the college chapel every Sunday since Lucy had first come up--'well, my dear, if they won't admit me at the front-door, I must find some other way. "Love laughs at locksmiths."' He was still looking down at her profile--it was not very far off now, it was very near his shoulder--and he had possessed himself of her hand, when three girls came slowly up to the gate where they were standing. Lucy saw Pamela's face a long way off, and her heart sank within her. She remembered suddenly that she was late for tea, and she snatched her hand away, and ran hurriedly down the path, and left him standing there to meet Pamela, and Maria Stubbs, and one of the younger Dons who had a deeply-rooted prejudice against lovers. CHAPTER XXI. A BLOW TO NEWNHAM. Lucy saw no more of Pamela until after Hall. She thought she had escaped--quite escaped. After all, Pamela had not seen much; she had only seen Wyatt Edgell talking to her at the gate. Other girls talked to men at the gate--brothers, cousins, even coaches sometimes--when they had anything particular to say that couldn't wait for the proper opportunity, but lovers never. It had gone so far that Lucy was obliged to admit that he was a lover. She admitted with a sigh what other girls--what Pamela Gwatkin, what Maria Stubbs--would have given anything--everything, even renounced the higher culture--to have been able to admit. Capability Stubbs was walking with Pamela when they came across the lovers at the gate of Newnham. Capability took in the whole scene in a moment: perhaps she took in rather more. She coloured it with her own vivid imagination; she surrounded it with an atmosphere entirely her own. There was not a detail in the picture that was not brought out distinctly by this mental process and stamped upon her memory.