It might be well to accustom himself to the sight of her.

There would be the less chance of his being abashed to-morrow before those sorceress eyes.

And moreover, to tell the truth, his self-dependence, and his self-will too, crushed, or rather laid to sleep, by the discipline of the Laura, had started into wild life, and gave him a mysterious pleasure, which he had not felt since he was a disobedient little boy, of doing what he chose, right or wrong, simply because he chose it.

Such moments come to every free-willed creature.
Happy are those who have not, like poor Philammon, been kept by a hotbed cultivation from knowing how to face them?
But he had yet to learn, or rather his tutors had to learn, that the sure path toward willing obedience and manful self-restraint, lies not through slavery, but through liberty.
He was not certain which was Hypatia's house; but the door of the Museum he could not forget.

So there he sat himself down under the garden wall, soothed by the cool night, and the holy silence, and the rich perfume of the thousand foreign flowers which filled the air with enervating balm.
There he sat and watched, and watched, and watched in vain for some glimpse of his one object.