Then she said in her usual undemonstrative manner, 'O--is it really you, Charles ?' Without speaking again at once, and with a half-smile, the new-comer glanced her over.

There was much criticism, and some resentment--even temper--in his eye.
'I am going home,' continued she.

'But I have missed the boat.' He scarcely seemed to take in the meaning of this explanation, in the intensity of his critical survey.

'Teaching still?
What a fine schoolmistress you make, Baptista, I warrant!' he said with a slight flavour of sarcasm, which was not lost upon her.
'I know I am nothing to brag of,' she replied.

'That's why I have given up.' 'O--given up?
You astonish me.' 'I hate the profession.' 'Perhaps that's because I am in it.' 'O no, it isn't.