Mrs.Tootle retired from the masters' room with much affectation of dignity, leaving the door open behind her.
Waymark slammed it to, and turned with a laugh to the poor Swiss.
"In low spirits to-night, I'm afraid, Mr.Egger ?" Egger let his chair tilt forward, rose slowly, drew a yellow handkerchief from his mouth and wiped his eyes with it, then exclaimed, in the most pitiful voice-- "Mr.Waymark, I have made my possible!--I can no more!" It was his regular phrase on these occasions; Waymark had always much ado to refrain from laughter when he heard it repeated, but he did his best to be seriously sympathetic, and to attempt consolation in such German as was at his command.

Egger's despondency only increased, and he wept afresh to hear accents which were intelligible to him.

Mr.
O'Gree re-entered the room, and the Swiss retired to his comer.
Philip was hot with excitement and bodily exertion; he came in mopping his forehead, and, without turning to Waymark, stood with eyes fixed on the chalk caricatures.

Very gradually he turned round.

Waymark was watching him, on his face an expression of subdued mirth.