The tutor spared him any struggle over the shaking of hands, and saying, "Goodnight, Leo," continued the conversation.

The boy went away, visibly relieved of the cramp that seizes on a youngster at the formalities pertaining to these chilly and fateful introductions.
"What do you think of the look of him ?" Mr.Eglett asked.
The tutor had not appeared to inspect the boy.

"Big head," he remarked.
"Yes, Leo won't want pushing at books when he's once in harness.

He will have six weeks of me.

It's more than the yeomanry get for drill per annum, and they're expected to know something of a soldier's duties.
There's a chance of putting him on the right road in certain matters.
We'll walk, or ride, or skate, if the frost holds to-morrow: no lessons the first day." "Do as you think fit," said lady Charlotte.
The one defect she saw in the tutor did not concern his pupil.