He showed his liking impetuously, boyishly, as his way was, and thenceforward during his University career Langham became his slave.

He had no ambition for himself; his motto might have been that dismal one--'The small things of life are odious to me, and the habit of them enslaves me; the great things of life are eternally attractive to me, and indolence and fear put them by;' but for the University chances of this lanky, red-haired youth--with his eagerness, his boundless curiosity, his genius for all sorts of lovable mistakes--he disquieted himself greatly.

He tried to discipline the roving mind, to infuse into the boy's literary temper the delicacy, the precision, the subtlety of his own.

His fastidious, critical habits of work supplied exactly the antidote which Elsmere's main faults of haste and carelessness required.

He was always holding up before him the inexhaustible patience and labor involved in all true knowledge; and it was to the germs of critical judgment so planted in him that Elsemere owed many of the later growths of his development--growths with which we have not yet to concern ourselves.
And in return, the tutor allowed himself rarely, very rarely, a moment of utterance from the depths of his real self.