As the farce proceeded, he grew more serious, repeating to Emilia, quite anxiously: "I wonder whether that boy Braintop's enjoying it." Emilia glanced among the sea of heads, and finally eliminated the head of Braintop, who was respectfully devoting his gaze to the box she occupied.

When Mr.Pole had been assisted to discover him likewise, his attention alternated between Braintop and the stage, and he expressed annoyance from time to time at the extreme composure of Braintop's countenance.

"Why don't the fellow laugh?
Does he think he's listening to a sermon ?" Poor Braintop, on his part, sat in mortal fear lest his admiration of Emilia was perceived.

Divided?
between this alarming suspicion, and a doubt that the hair on his forehead was not properly regulated, he became uneasy and fitful in his deportment.

His imagination plagued him with a sense of guilt, which his master's watchfulness of him increased.