just spoken of found him in rather better spirits than usual.
Perhaps it was that he had slept fairly well; a gleam of unwonted
sunshine had doubtless something to do with it. Yet there was
another reason, though he would scarcely admit it to himself. It was
the day on which he gave a drawing-lesson to Dr. Tootle's two eldest
children. These drawing-lessons were always given in a room
upstairs, which was also appropriated to the governess who came
every morning to teach three other young Tootles, two girls and a
boy, the latter considered not yet old enough to go into the school.
On the previous day, Waymark had been engaged in the room for half
an hour touching up some drawings of boys in the school, which were
about to be sent home. He knew that he should find a fresh governess
busy with the children, the lady hitherto employed having gone at a
moment's notice after a violent quarrel with Mrs. Tootle, an
incident which had happened not infrequently before. When he entered
the room, he saw a young woman seated with her back to him, penning
a copy, whilst the children jumped and rioted about her in their
usual fashion. The late governess had been a mature person of
features rather serviceable than handsome; that her successor was of
a different type appeared sufficiently from the fair round head, the
gracefully handed neck, the perfect shoulders, the slight, beautiful
form. Waymark took his place and waited with some curiosity till she
moved. When she did so, and, rising, suddenly became aware of his
presence, there was a little start on both sides; Miss Enderby--so
Waymark soon heard her called by the pupils--had not been aware,
owing to the noise, of a stranger's entrance, and Waymark on his
side was so struck with the face presented to him. He had expected,
at the most, a pretty girl of the commonplace kind: he saw a
countenance in which refinement was as conspicuous as beauty. She
was probably not more than eighteen or nineteen. In speaking with