they  had  parted  at  the  corner  of  the  quad-
rangle. He  had  recognized  the  senior's  abso-
lute selfishness,  and  while  he  yet  acknowledged
the  fascination  of  his  personality,  he  had  pur-
posely avoided  him,  for  his  companionship  had
profited  him  nothing.  Danforth  had  not  staid
in  Princeton  after  the  awarding  of  the  diplomas,
and  there  were  few  of  his  classmates  who  missed
his  presence.  His  pronounced  self-worship  had
precluded  his  gaining  anything  worth  the  name
of  friendship,  and  besides  he  did  not  wish  to
stand  the  arraignment  before  the  censor's  plat-
form. Without  the  least  bitterness,  devoid  of
regret  or  sorrow,  he  had  packed  up  his  belong-
ings, and  left  by  the  morning  train  with  only
Hiram  his  servant,  and  Sharkey  Sprague  to  see
him  off.  Hart  had  passed  him  on  his  way  to
the  station,  but  Danforth  had  not  even  given
him  a  nod.
Heaphy  had  left  also  some  days  before,  and
Hart  felt  very  lonely,  despite  his  elation  at
Franklin's  encouraging  promise.  He  seated
himself  on  one  of  the  benches  under  the  elms,
and  thought  over  the  college  year  just  ended.
Much  had  happened,  and  much  had  he  learned.
