for the day, profoundly glad to be alone. He had fallen, as his habit was, into a conversation with himself, half aloud, happily oblivious of the suspicious glances of passers-by, which he would have imagined to be testimony to his unhappily growing fame, when he received a sharp blow upon the back from the open hand of some vigorous person, and turned round with an exclamation to see no less than Babcock—again.
Professor Higginson turned under his umbrella to catch that figure at his side, and saw beyond it a very different figure—a figure draped entirely in a long raincoat of some sort trailing almost to the ground; peeping above the front of that coat was a clerical dog-collar, and above the clerical dog-collar a long face, the eyes of which always looked towards some spot far off.
"Well, Higginson," said Babcock, "you 've done it now!"
"Done what?" said Professor Higginson, knowing only too well what he had done.
"Made yourself famous," said George Babcock shortly.
"I don't know that!" said Professor Higginson, and he nervously wondered whether the drip upon his back were from his
