P'raps yor Mr.Dyson'll convert me.' And he walked on laughing.
Tom looked darkly at him; then, as he recovered his wind, his countenance suddenly cleared.

Satan laid a new snare for him--poor Tom!--and into his tortured heart there fell a poisonous drop of spiritual pride.

Public reprobation applied to a certain order of offences makes a very marketable kind of fame, as the author of _Manfred_ knew very well.

David in his small obscure way was supplying another illustration of the principle.

For the past year he had been something of a personage in Clough End--having always his wits, his book-learning, his looks, and his singular parentage to start from.
Tom--the shambling butt of his comrades--began to like the notion of going into prayer-meeting with David Grieve in tow; and even that bitter and very real cloud of spiritual misery lifted a little.
So they marched in together, Tom in front, with his head much higher than before; and till the minister began there were many curious glances thrown at David.