some capital good story fresh from town.—But they were disappointed.
"We can make room for you at the fire, Grey," said Theophilus King.
"I thank you, I am not cold."
"I suppose you know that Poynings and Etherege don't come back, Grey?"
"Every body knew that last half:" and so he walked on.
"Grey, Grey!" halloed King, "don"*t go in the dining-room; Mallett's there alone, and told us not to disturb him. By Jove, the fellow's going in: there'll be a greater row this half, between Grey and Mallett, than ever."
Days—the heavy first days of the half, rolled on, and all the citizens of the little commonwealth had returned.
"What a dull half this will be!" said Eardley; "how one misses Grey's set!—After all, they kept the school alive: Poynings was a first-rate fellow; and Etherege, so deuced good-
