Chapter 24

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌⁠It is May morning, but May morning as yet in early childhood—a radiant infancy that but few persons comparatively are awake to see. It has not struck five; and yet on the top of Magdalen Tower, in Oxford, Talbot is standing. Love has not driven him crazy, as might be the inference drawn from this fact. But those who know Oxford, know too that, as some say, since the time of Henry VIII.—though that