"Only to the school. By-the-bye, I will go and fetch her."

"No, don't do that; call on my sister instead, and then you will pull me
out of a scrape. I promised to bring her here; but her saintship was so
long adorning 'the poor perishable body,' that I came alone."

"I don't understand you," said Edward. "I am not the attraction here; it
is Julia."

"How do you know that? When a young lady interests herself in an
undergraduate's soul, it is a pretty sure sign she likes the looks of
him. But perhaps you don't want to be converted; if so, keep clear of
_her._ 'Bar the fell dragon's blighting way; but shun that lovely
snare.'"

"On the contrary," said Edward calmly, " I only wish she could make me as
good as she is, or half as good."

"Give her the chance, old fellow, and then it won't be your fault if she
makes a mess of it. Call at two, and Jenny will receive you very kindly,
and will show you you are in the 'gall of bitterness and the bond of
iniquity.' Now, won't that be nice?"

"I will go," said Edward gravely.

They parted. Where Alfred went the reader can perhaps guess; Edward to
luncheon.

"Mamma," said he, with that tranquillity which sat so well on him, "don't
you think Alfred Hardie is spoony upon our Julia?"