CHAPTER V.


Little worked hard. He studied night and day. In five years he
became a lecturer, then a professor.

He soared as high as the clouds, he dipped as low as the cellars of
the London poor. He analyzed the London fog, and found it two
parts smoke, one disease, one unmentionable abominations. He
published a pamphlet, which was violently attacked. Then he knew
he had done something.

But he had not forgotten Caroline. He was walking one day in the
Zoological Gardens and he came upon a pretty picture,--flesh and
blood too.

Lady Caroline feeding buns to the bears! An exquisite thrill
passed through his veins. She turned her sweet face and their eyes
met. They recollected their first meeting seven years before, but
it was his turn to be shy and timid. Wonderful power of age and
sex! She met him with perfect self-possession.

"Well meant, but indigestible I fear" (he alluded to the buns).

"A clever person like yourself can easily correct that" (she, the
slyboots, was thinking of something else).

In a few moments they were chatting gayly. Little eagerly
descanted upon the different animals; she listened with delicious
interest. An hour glided delightfully away.