"Perhaps we could talk about these things to-morrow." "As you please," said Dr.Tootle, a little surprised at his assistant's indifference.
It was a drawing-lesson morning.

As he went upstairs, his ears apprised him of the state of things he would find in Miss Enderby's room.

The approach of the Easter holidays was making the youngsters even more than usually uproarious, and their insubordination had passed beyond all pretence of attending to tasks.

When Waymark entered, his first glance, as always, was towards the governess.

She looked harassed and ill; was in vain endeavouring to exert some authority with her gentle voice.