of my college, and, having told them as much of the story as I considered desirable, which was not very much, after considerable difficulty succeeded in persuading them to stretch a point, and, in the event of my having obtained a fellowship, which I was pretty certain I had done, allow me to have the child to live with me.  Their consent, however, was only granted on the condition that I vacated my rooms in college and took lodgings.  This I did, and with some difficulty succeeded in obtaining very good apartments quite close to the college gates.  The next thing was to find a nurse.  And on this point I came to a determination.  I would have no woman to lord it over me about the child, and steal his affections from me.  The boy was old enough to do without female assistance, so I set to work to hunt up a suitable male attendant.  With some difficulty I succeeded in hiring a most respectable round-faced young man, who had been a helper in a hunting-stable, but who said that he was one of a family of seventeen and well-accustomed to the ways of children, and professed himself quite willing to undertake the charge of Master Leo when he arrived.  Then, having taken the iron box to town, and with my own hands deposited it at my banker’s, I bought some books upon the health and management of children and read them, first to myself, and then aloud to Job—­that was the young man’s name—­and waited.

At length the child arrived in the charge of an elderly person, who wept bitterly at parting with him, and a beautiful boy he was.  Indeed, I do not think that I ever saw such a perfect child before or since.  His eyes were grey, his forehead was broad, and his face, even at that early age, clean cut as a cameo, without being pinched or thin.  But perhaps his most attractive point was his hair, which was pure gold in colour and tightly curled over his shapely head.  He cried a little when his nurse finally tore herself away and left him with us.  Never shall I forget the scene.  There he stood, with the sunlight from the window playing upon his golden curls, his fist screwed over one eye, whilst he took us in with the other.  I was seated in a chair, and stretched out my hand to him to induce him to come to me, while Job, in the corner, was making a sort of clucking noise, which, arguing from his previous experience, or from the analogy of the hen, he judged would have a soothing effect, and inspire confidence in the youthful mind, and running a wooden horse of peculiar hideousness backwards and forwards in a way that was little short of inane.  This went on for some minutes, and then all of a sudden the lad stretched out both his little arms and ran to me.

“I like you,” he said:  “you is ugly, but you is good.”

Ten minutes afterwards he was eating large slices of bread and butter, with every sign of satisfaction; Job wanted to put jam on to them, but I sternly reminded him of the excellent works that we had read, and forbade it.