Love and Mr. Lewisham

ham was superintending cricket practice. He made a few remarks about the prospects of the first eleven by wa

aid, as if making conversation and still watching the play; "I

Lewisham,

friends in the

ars--those confounded ears--brightened, "Yes,

eople, I

e brightness spread from Le

young lady in the avenue. Her face was so

obisher parents and make things disagreeable for her. "She was," said Lewisham, flushing deeply with the stress on his hon

he

isbu

her n

tle hastily, and repenting th

d Bonover, and began to clap

very well," sai

blances there are in the world. There is a Miss Henderson--or Henson--stopping with

his eye and recovering the full

Bonover, regard

sham, cursing his own st

ry odd," sa

owards the school-house, "I hardly

ed what

eigned to be alre

rare with him in those days. He had half a mind to follow the head-master and a

eward with savage steps. His muscles quivered as he walked, and his face

e matter out with the bedroom furniture. "Why

r. Lewisham at the wash-hand stand. "Con

-hand st

Lewisham, a little mollified. "Understa

tituent insisted that to meet and talk to this girl again meant reproof, worry, interference with his work for his matriculation, the destruction of all "Discipline," and he saw the entire justice of the insistence. It was nonsense this being in love; there wasn't such a thing as love outside of trashy novelettes. And forthwith his mind went off at a tangent to her eyes under th

e subject, algebra, and by the end of the school hours the issue was decided and the Career in headlong rout. That afternoon he

siesta early in

find her and speak to her

about her. He would say this, he would say that, his mind would do nothing but circle round this wonderful pose of lover. What a cur he had been to hi

uld she believe he had not seen her on Th

sole colleague. The last vestige of disapprobation had vanished from Bonover's manner; asking a favour was his autocratic way of proffering the olive branch. But it came to Lewisham as a cruel imposition. For a

king his unpractised mind for an excuse. "I'm sorry I can't oblige you, but

suavity faded, "You see," he said, "Mrs. Bonover expects a friend this

resolute, and making a mental note t

oquet by any chanc

wisham, "I ha

..." persisted Bonover, knowing

s still raised and a general air of outraged astonishment left him stand