affect him more strongly than hitherto; he felt that it would be
more difficult henceforth to maintain his calmness when he saw her
insulted by Mrs. Tootle or disrespectfully used by the children.

Nor did the new feelings subside as rapidly as they had arisen. At
home that night he was unable to settle to his usual occupations,
and, as a visit to his friends in the Masters' Room would have been
equally distasteful, he rambled about the streets and so tired
himself. His duties did not take him up to the children's classroom
on the following morning, but he invented an excuse for going there,
and felt rewarded by the very faint smile and the inclination of the
head with which Miss Enderby returned his "good morning." Day after
day, he schemed to obtain an opportunity of speaking with her again,
and he fancied that she herself helped to remove any chances that
might have occurred. Throughout his lessons, his attention remained
fixed upon her; he studied her face intently, and was constantly
discovering in it new meanings. When she caught his eyes thus busy
with her, she evinced, for a moment, trouble and uneasiness; he felt
sure that she arranged her seat so as to have her back to him more
frequently than she had been accustomed to do. Her work appeared to
him to be done with less self-forgetfulness than formerly; the
rioting and impertinence of the children seemed to trouble her more;
she bore Mrs. Tootle's interference with something like fear. Once,
when Master Felix had gone beyond his wonted licence, in his
mother's absence, Waymark went so far as to call him to order. As
soon as he had spoken, the girl looked up at him in a startled way,
and seemed silently to beg him to refrain. All this only
strengthened the influence she exercised upon Waymark.

Since the climax of wretchedness which had resulted in his