He conceived an affection for Godwin; often had the boy to talk with him of an evening.

On one such occasion, Mr.Rawmarsh opened a desk, took forth a packet of newly printed leaves, and with a mysterious air silently spread them before the boy's eyes.

In an instant Godwin became aware that he was looking at the examination papers which a day or two hence would be set before him at school; he saw and recognised a passage from the book of Virgil which his class had been reading.
'That is _sub rosa_, you know,' whispered the old printer, with half averted face.
Godwin shrank away, and could not resume the conversation thus interrupted.

On the following day he went about with a feeling of guilt.

He avoided the sight of Mr.Rawmarsh, for whom he had suddenly lost all respect, and suffered torments in the thought that he enjoyed an unfair advantage over his class-mates.