But he did not get far; his brain was tired, intractable.

Lighting his pipe, he tilted back his chair, laid the VESTIGES face downwards, and put his feet on the table.
How differently bashfulness impressed one in the case of the weaker sex! There, it was altogether pleasing.

Young Ocock's gaucherie had recalled the little maid Polly's ingenuous confusion, at finding herself the subject of conversation.

He had not once consciously thought of Polly since his return.

Now, when he did so, he found to his surprise that she had made herself quite a warm little nest in his memory.