He broke his poor mother's heart; she died during that affair. The dean
must have known all about it?"

"Yes, but he and the master kept it very much to themselves. My
husband hates talking; and as for Dr. Grey--"

"The dean paid me a long visit this morning, Mrs. Brereton," suddenly
interrupted Dr. Grey. "We were congratulating ourselves on our
prospects. We think there are one or two men who will do Saint Bede's
great credit next year."

"That is well. But my husband says it will be long before we get a man
like one whom I was just speaking of--Mr. Uniacke--Sir Edwin he is
now. He has succeeded to the baronetcy. Of course you have heard of
this?"

"I have," briefly answered Dr. Grey.

And the dean's wife, who had all the love of talking which the dean had
not, mingled with a little nettled sense of balked curiosity, then turned
to Mrs. Grey.

"You must have heard of that young man, and the scandal about him; it
was only a year ago that he was rusticated. Such a pity! He was a most
clever fellow--good at every thing. And quite a genius for music. To
hear him sing and play was delightful! And yet he was such a scamp--a
downright villain."

"My dear Mrs. Brereton," said Dr. Grey, "nobody is quite a villain at
twenty. And if he were, don't you think that the less we talk about