University of the future. It must be remembered that the intellectual requirements of the Dominion must continue to increase with great rapidity, since there is greater wealth accumulating, and a praiseworthy ambition for higher culture. The legislature and the public service are making very heavy requisitions on the intellect of this very much governed country, with its numerous Parliaments and Cabinets and large body of officials, very many of whom are entrusted with the most responsible duties, demanding no ordinary mental qualifications.*

The public schools, collegiate institutes, and universities, apart from the learned professions, must also every year make larger demands on the intellectual funds of the Dominion,

and as the remuneration of the masters and professors in the educational institutions of this country should in the nature of things improve in the future, our young men must be necessarily stimulated to consider such possitions as more worthy of a life's devotion. Under such circumstances, it should be the great object of all true friends of the sound intellectual development of Canada, to place our system of higher education on a basis equal to the exigencies of a practical, prescient age, and no longer cling to worn out ideas of the past. In order to do this, let the people of Ontario determine to establish a national University which will be worthy of their great province and of the whole Dominion. Toronto University seems to have in some measure around it that aroma of learning, that dignity of age, and that prestige of historic association which are necessary to the successful establishment of a national seat of learning, and which will give the fullest scope to Canadian talent.

(To be continued.)

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CHAPTER VIII.

THE PRIEST OR THE WOMAN.

LORD Loring hurried away to his

dressing-room. 'I won't be more than ten minutes,' he said-and left Romayne and Stella together.

She was attired with her customary love of simplicity. White lace was the only ornament on her dress of delicate silvery grey. Her magnificent hair was left to plead its own merits, without adornment of any sort. Even the brooch which fastened her lace pelerine was of plain gold only. Conscious that she was showing her beauty to the greatest advantage, in the eyes of a man of taste, she betrayed a little of the embarrassment which Romayne had already noticed, at the moment when she gave him her hand. They were alone, and it was the first time she had seen him in evening dress.

It may be that women have no positive appreciation of what is beautiful in form and colour-or it may be that that they have no opinions of their own when the laws of fashion have spoken. This at least is certain, that not one of them in a thousand sees anything objectionable in the gloomy and hideous evening costume of a gentleman in the nineteenth century. A handsome man is, to their eyes, more seductive than ever in the contemptible black coat and the stiff white cravat which he wears in common with the servant who waits on him at table. After a stolen glance at Ro

mayne, Stella lost all confidence in herself she begun turning over the photographs on the table.

The momentary silence which followed their first greeting became intolerable to her. Rather than let it continue, she impulsively confessed the uppermost idea in her mind when she entered the room.

'I thought I heard my name when I came in,' she said. 'Were you and Lord Loring speaking of me?'

Romayne owned without hesitation that they had been speaking of her.

She smiled, and turned over another photograph. But when did sun-pictures ever act as a restraint on a woman's curiosity. The words passed her lips in spite of her. I suppose I musn't ask what you were saying?'

It was impossible to answer this plainly without entering into explanations from which Romayne shrank. He hesitated.

She turned over another photograph. Iunderstand,' she said, 'You were talking of my faults.' She paused, and stole another look at him. I will try to correct my faults, if you will tell me what they are.'

Romayne felt that he had no alternative but to tell the truth-under certain reserves. 'Indeed you are wrong,' he said. 'We were talking of the influence of a tone, or a look, on a sensitive person.'

'The influence on Me?' she asked. 'No. The influence which you might exercise on another person.' She knew perfectly well that he

was speaking of himself. But she was determined to feel the pleasure of making him own it.

'If I have any such influence as you describe,' she began, 'I hope it is for good?'

'Certainly for good.'

'You speak positively, Mr. Romayne. Almost as positively-only that can hardly be-as if you were speaking from experience.'

He might still have evaded a direct reply, if she had been content with merely saying this. But she looked

at him while she spoke. He answered the look.

'Shall I own that you are right?' he said. 'I was thinking of my own experience yesterday.'

She returned to the photographs. 'It sounds impossible,' she rejoined softly. There was a pause. 'Was it anything I said?' she asked.

No. It was only when you looked at me. But for that look, I don't think I should have been here to-day.

She shut up the photographs on a sudden, and drew her chair a little away from him.

'I hope,' she said, 'you have not so poor an opinion of me as to think I like to be flattered?'

Romayne answered with an earnestness that instantly satisfied her.

'I should think it an act of insolence to flatter you,' he said. 'If you knew the true reason why I hesitated to accept Lady Loring's invitation- if I could own to you the new hope for myself that has brought me hereyou would feel as I feel, that I have been only speaking the truth. I daren't say yet that I owe you a debt of gratitude, for such a little thing as a look. I must wait till time puts certain strange fancies of mine to the proof.'

'Fancies about me, Mr. Romayne?' Before he could answer, the dinner bell rang. Lord and Lady Loring en

tered the library together.

The dinner having pursued its ap

pointed course (always excepting the case of the omelette), the head servant who had waited at table was graciously invited to rest, after his labours, in the housekeeper's room. Having additionally conciliated him by means of a glass of rare liqueur, Miss Notman, still feeling her grievance as acutely as ever, ventured to inquire in the first place, if the gentlefolks upstairs had enjoyed their dinner. So far, the report was, on the whole, favourable. But the conversation was described as occasionally flagging. The burden of the talk had been mainly borne by my lord and my lady; Mr. Romayne and Miss Eyrecourt contributing but little to the social enjoyment of the evening. Receiving this information without much appearance of interest, the housekeeper put another question, to which, judging by her manner, she attached a certain importance. She wished to know if the oyster-omelette (accompanying the cheese) had been received as a welcome dish, and treated with a just recognition of its merits. The answer to this was decidedly in the negative. Mr. Romayne and Miss Eyrecourt had declined to taste it. My Lord had tried it, and had left it on his plate. Lady alone had really eaten her share of the misplaced dish. Having stated this apparently trivial circumstance, the head servant was surprised by the effect which it produced on the housekeeper. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, with an appearance of unutterable enjoyment. That night there was one supremely happy woman in London. And her name was Miss Notman.

My

Ascending from the housekeeper's room to the drawing room, it is to be further reported that music was tried, as a means of getting through the time, in the absence of general conversation.

Lady Loring sat down at the piano, and played as admirably as usual. At the other end of the room Romayne and Stella sat together, listening to

'I'm not quite easy, my dear.'

Turn over the music. Indigestion?' 'Good heavens, Adelaide, what a question.'

'Well, what is it then?'

Lord Loring looked towards Stella and her companion. They don't seem to get on together as well as I had hoped,' he said.

I should think not-when you are walking about and disturbing them! Sit down there behind me.'

'What am I to do?'

'Am I not playing? Listen to me.' 'My dear, I don't understand modern German music.'

Then read the evening paper.' The evening paper had its attractions. Lord Loring took his wife's advice.

Left entirely by themselves, at the other end of the room, Romayne and Stella justified Lady Loring's belief in the result of reducing her husband to a state of repose. Stella ventured to speak first, in a discreet undertone.

Do you pass most of your evenings alone, Mr. Romayne?'

'Not quite alone. I have the company of my books.'

Are your books the companions that you like best?'

I have been true to those companions, Miss Eyrecourt, for many years. If the doctors are to be believed, my books have not treated me very well in return. They have broken down my health, and have made me, I am afraid, a very unsocial man.' He seemed about to say more, and suddenly checked the impulse. 'Why .am I talking of myself?' he resumed

'I don't like Father Benwell.' 'Is that a reason for disliking Mr. Penrose?'

'Yes,' she said boldly, 'because he is Father Benwell's friend.'

'Indeed you are mistaken, Miss Eyrecourt. Mr. Penrose only entered yesterday on his duties as my secretary; and I have already had reason to think highly of him. Many men, after that experience of me,' he added, speaking more to himself than to her, 'might have asked me to find another secretary.'

Stella heard those last words, and looked at him in astonishment. 'Were you angry with Mr. Penrose?' she asked innocently. Is it possible that you could speak harshly to any person in your employment?'

Romayne smiled. 'It was not what I said,' he answered. 'I am subject

to attacks-to sudden attacks of illness. I am sorry I alarmed Mr. Penrose by letting him see me, under those circumstances.'

She looked at him; hesitated; and looked away again. 'Would you be angry with me if I confessed something?' she said timidly.

'Your face frightened me-I can't describe it-I went to your friend, and took it on myself to say that you wanted him. It was an impulse-I meant well.'

'I am sure you meant well.' As he spoke, his face darkened a little, betraying a momentary feeling of distrust. Had she put indiscreet questions to his travelling companion; and had the Major, under the persuasive influence of her beauty, been weak enough to answer them. 'Did you speak to my friend?' he asked.

'Only when I told him that he had better go to you. And I think I said afterwards I was afraid you were very ill. We were in the confusion of arriving at Folkestone-and, even if I had thought it right to say more, there was no opportunity.'

Romayne felt ashamed of the suspicion by which he had wronged her. 'You have a generous nature,' he said earnestly. Among the few people whom I know, how many would feel the interest in me that you felt?'

'Don't say that Mr. Romayne ! You could have had no kinder friend than the gentleman who took care of you on your journey. Is he with you now, in London?'

'No.'

'I am sorry to hear it. You ought to have some devoted friend always near you.'

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Stella rose. Her eyes rested on him, with a look of gentle remonstrance. 'I think you hardly do women justice." she said softly. Perhaps some day a woman may induce you to change your opinion.' She crossed the room to the piano. You must be tired of playing, Adelaide,' she said, putting her hand caressingly on Lady Loring's shoulder.

'Will you sing,' Stella?'

She sighed and turned away. Not to-night,' she answered.

Romayne took his leave rather hurriedly. He seemed to be out of spirits and eager to get away. Lord Loring accompanied his guest to the door. 'You look sad and care-worn,' he said. 'Do you regret having left your books. to pass an evening with us?'

Romayne looked up absently, and answered, 'I don't know yet.'

Returning to report this extraordinary reply to his wife and Stella, Lord Loring found the drawing-room empty. Eager for a little private conversation, the two ladies had gone upstairs.

'Well?' said Lady Loring, as they sat together over the fire, What did he say ?'

Stella only repeated what he had said before she rose and left him.