of Christminster must go, be sloughed off, or Christminster itself will have to go. To be sure, at times one couldn't help having a sneaking liking for the traditions of the old faith, as preserved by a section of the thinkers there in touching and simple sincerity; but when I was in my saddest, rightest mind I always felt,

`O ghastly glories of saints, dead limbs of gibbeted Gods!''...

`Then I won't, dear Jude!' The emotional throat-note had come back, and she turned her face away.

`I still think Christminster has much that is glorious; though I was resentful because I couldn't get there.' He spoke gently, and resisted his impulse to pique her on to tears.

`It is an ignorant place, except as to the townspeople, artizans, drunkards, and paupers,' she said, perverse still at his differing from her. `they see life as it is, of course; but few of the people in the colleges do. You prove it in your own person. You are one of the very men Christminster was intended for when the colleges were founded; a man with a passion for learning, but no money, or opportunities, or friends. But you were elbowed off the pavement by the millionaires' sons.'

`Well, I can do without what it confers. I care for something higher.'

`And I for something broader, truer,' she insisted. `At present intellect in Christminster is pushing one way, and religion the other; and so they stand stock-still, like two rams butting each other.'

`What would Mr. Phillotson - - '

`It is a place full of fetishists and ghost-seers!'

He noticed that whenever he tried to speak of the schoolmaster she turned the conversation to some generalizations about the offending university. Jude was extremely, morbidly, curious about her life as Phillotson's protégée and betrothed; yet she would not enlighten him.

`Well, that's just what I am, too,' he said. `I am fearful of life, spectre-seeing always.'

`But you are good and dear!' she murmured.

His heart bumped, and he made no reply.

`You are in the Tractarian stage just now, are you not?' she added, putting on flippancy to hide real feeling, a common trick with her. `Let me see - when was I there? In the year eighteen hundred and - - '

`There's a sarcasm in that which is rather unpleasant to me, Sue. Now will you do what I want you to? At this time I read a chapter, and then say prayers, as I told you. Now will you concentrate your attention on any book of these you like, and sit with your back to me, and leave me to my custom? You are sure you won't join me?'

`I'll look at you.'

`No. Don't tease, Sue!'

`Very well - I'll do just as you bid me, and I won't vex you, Jude,' she replied, in the tone of a child who was going to be good for ever after, turning her back upon him accordingly. A small Bible other than the one he was using lay near her, and during his retreat she took it up, and turned over the leaves.

`Jude,' she said brightly, when he had finished and come back to her; `will you let me make you a new New Testament, like the one I made for myself at Christminster?'