But devoted workers did not always come through such an ordeal unscathed; and Dr. Langton and John Clarke sickened of the distemper almost at the same time.  Neither was grievously ill; but both were forced to give up all work, and lie quietly in bed, suffering themselves to be tended by others.

Meantime there had been a very considerable exodus of students and masters from the city, and for the time being all lectures were suspended.  There was small chance of any regular resumption of study till the cool crispness of autumn should check and stamp out the spread of this sickness.

It was at this juncture that Arthur Cole came forward with an offer which sounded very pleasantly in the ears of those to whom it was made.  He came into the pleasant living room of the Bridge House upon the first evening when Dr. Langton had been suffered to leave his bed and lie for a while on the couch in this other and more cheerful apartment.  Magdalen had her lute in her hands, and had been softly singing to him, when the sound of the opening door brought her soft, sweet song to a close.

They welcomed their visitor cordially.  He had been absent from Oxford for a while, and they had not expected to see him.

“I have been away at Poghley,” he explained, “whither I sent for Dalaber to join me these last days.  Did he tell you aught of it?”

“He came to bid us a farewell, though he said it would he a brief one,” answered Freda; “but he told us no more than that.”

“I have come to tell the rest,” answered Cole, with a smile.  “They tell me you were at Poghley last summer, so perchance you saw then the old moated house which lies a few miles from the village?  That house is mine, though I have seldom visited it, and never dwelt there till now.  But it came into my mind that it would be a pleasant place wherein to pass these next weeks, during which time Oxford will be empty of her scholars and masters.  But I love not solitude, and I have gathered together a few congenial spirits.  Dalaber and Fitzjames are already there, making all ready, and Radley will start tomorrow, taking Master Clarke in his charge, since it is of all things needful for him to have a change of air to restore him to health.  He will be our chaplain, and edify us by his discourses when he has recovered his health and strength.  But more than this:  we want some man of learning and greater age and standing to direct us in our studies; and it is my great hope that you and your daughters will come and be my guests for a few weeks—­you, dear sir, to recover health in the purer air, and then, when your strength permits it, be the director of our studies; and these sweet ladies to enjoy the rest and ease which their recent devoted labours render necessary, and to escape from the noxious miasma now rising from these low lands round Oxford, which is likely to cause the sickness here to increase.”