‘I suspect,’ said Isabel, ’that we had all rather be examined in our Quentin Durward than our Charles V.

‘Ah!’ said young Calcott, ‘I had all my dates at my fingers’ ends when I went up for the modern history prize.  Now my sister could beat me.’

‘A proof of what I always say,’ observed Louis, ’that it is lost labour to read for an examination.’

‘From personal experience?’ asked Sydney.

’A Strasburg goose nailed down and crammed before a fire, becomes a Strasburg pie,’ said Louis.

Never did Isabel look more bewildered, and Sydney did not seem at once to catch the meaning.  James added, ’A goose destined to fulfil the term of existence is not crammed, but the pie stimulus is not required to prevent it from starving.’

’Is your curious and complimentary culinary fable aimed against reading or against examinations?’ asked Sydney.

‘Against neither; only against the connecting preposition.’

‘Then you mean to find a superhuman set of students?’

’No; I’m past that.  Men and examinations will go on as they are; the goose will run wild, the requirements will be increased, he will nail himself down in his despair; and he who crams hardest, and has the hottest place will gain.’

‘Then how is the labour lost?’ asked Isabel.

‘You are new to Fitzjocelyn’s paradoxes,’ said Sydney; as if glorying in having made Louis contradict himself.

‘The question is, what is lost labour?’ said Louis.

Both Sydney Calcott and Miss Conway looked as if they thought he was arguing on after a defeat.  ’Calcott is teaching her his own obtuseness!’ thought James, in a pet; and he exclaimed, ’Is the aim to make men or winners of prizes?’

‘The aim of prizes is commonly supposed to be to make men,’ loftily observed Sydney.

’Exactly so; and, therefore, I would not make them too analogous to the Strasburg system,’ said Louis.  ’I would have them close, searching, but not admitting of immediate cramming.’

‘Pray how would you bring that about?’

’By having no subject on which superficial knowledge could make a show.’

’Oh!  I see whither you are working round!  That won’t do now, my dear fellow; we must enlarge our field, or we shall lay ourselves open to the charge of being narrow-minded.’

‘You have not strength of mind to be narrow-minded!’ said Louis, shaking his head.  ’Ah! well, I have no more to say; my trust is in the narrow mind, the only expansive one—­’

He was at that moment called away; Lord Ormersfield’s carriage had been announced, and his son was not in a quarter of the room where he wished to detain him.  James could willingly have bitten Sydney Calcott for the observation, ’Poor Fitzjocelyn! he came out strong to-night.’

‘Very clever,’ said Isabel, wishing to gratify James.

‘Oh yes, very; if he had ever taken pains,’ said Sydney.  ’There is often something in his paradoxes.  After all, I believe he is reading hard for his degree, is he not, Jem?  His feelings would not be hurt by the question, for he never piqued himself upon his consistency.’