A LONG-VACATION VIGIL.
CHAPTER I.
WHICH INTRODUCES THE HERO.
THE Commemoration was just over. My mother and sister Nelly, who had never seen its glories, had been spending the week in Oxford, and were thoroughly fatigued with their severe round of sight-seeing and lionising. Like a dutiful son and brother, I had shown them everything that was worth looking at: had given them select breakfasts and luncheons in my rooms at Brazenface—promenaded with them in the Broad Walk on the Sunday—got them good places in the Theatre, where, indeed, Nelly had to blush in the front row, as one of "the ladies in pink"—procured them tickets for the Amateur Concert—taken them on to our college barge to see the Procession of Boats gone with them to Worcester College to see the Horticultural Show and the Fireworks—introduced them at the Ball in the Town Hall; and, in short, had generally acted as a walking catalogue to all the sights and notabilities of my Alma Mater. These were fatiguing pleasures to all; and I was not sorry when they had come comfortably to
