as to her future, musical or otherwise, were entirely divergent. Hers
held as central figure a certain medical student, with an incipient
red moustache, and a command of boxes of chocolate that was
bewildering to those acquainted with his income. Quite other were Dr.
Mangan's intentions with regard to his daughter, but he was satisfied
to keep them out of sight; he was aware that, in all solid buildings,
the deeper and farther out of sight the foundation, the more assured
is the result.

It is possible that the idea of a farewell entertainment in Larry's
honour emanated from the Big Doctor; if so, he had erased his tracks
very thoroughly, and it was regarded by Mrs. Mangan's intimates as a
final brandishing of her trophy before she was forced to relinquish
it. Larry was indisputably a trophy, and Heaven was considered to have
exercised a very undue discrimination in Mrs. Mangan's favour when it
threw him into her house and her hands. It was a very select party,
only a score or so of boys and girls, with the elders appertaining to
them. Nurse Brennan had departed, taking with her Larry's young
affections, and a gift, costly and superfluous, of a silver-mounted
mirror, which was accompanied by some chaste lines, expressive of
Master Coppinger's desire to share its privileges, whose composition
had kept him happy throughout a long, wet afternoon.

The party, having opened with lemonade, tea and innumerable cakes,
moved on through "a little music," (contributed exclusively by the
Mangan Quartet) to games. Larry, afflicted by the discovery that he
had, during his illness, outgrown his evening clothes, found himself
fated to do conspicuous things in the centre of a space, cleared as
for a prize-fight, in the Mangan drawing-room. Problems in connection
with a ship that came from China. Exhausting efforts in guessing