"You ought to know O'Gree in the flesh." The teacher came into the room with a rush, and was much taken aback at the sight of a stranger present.

Perspiration was streaming profusely from his face, which was aglow with some great intelligence.

After being introduced to Casti, he plunged down on a chair, and mopped himself with his handkerchief, uttering incoherencies about the state of the weather.

Waymark made an effort to bring about a general conversation, but failed; O'Gree was so preoccupied that any remark addressed to him had to be repeated before he understood it, and Julian was in no mood for making new acquaintances.

So, in a few minutes, the latter took his hat and left, Waymark going with him to the door to speak a few words of encouragement.
"The battle's won!" cried O'Gree, with much gesticulation, as soon as Waymark returned.