His senses reeled amid the din and rattle of classes where discipline was unknown and intelligence almost indiscoverable.

Not seldom his temper got the better even of sick lassitude; his face at such times paled with passion, and in ungoverned fury he raved at his tormentors.

He awed them, too, but only for the moment, and the waste of misery swallowed him up once more.
Was this to be his life ?--he asked himself.

Would this last for ever?
For some reason, the morning after the visit to the masters' room just spoken of found him in rather better spirits than usual.

Perhaps it was that he had slept fairly well; a gleam of unwonted sunshine had doubtless something to do with it.