Assuredly this should be the last of his concessions.
Inwardly pishing and pshawing, he drifted about the rooms till brought up beside Miss Tomalin.

Then his mood changed.

This girl, with her queer mixture of naivete and conceit and examination-room pedantry, decidedly amused him.

Was she a type of the young Canadian?
He knew nothing of her life at Northampton, and thought she had come over from Canada only a year or two ago.

Yes, she amused him.