Drawing me towards him, he said eagerly, 'Look there, Tyndall, that was my working-place.

I bound books in that little nook.' A respectable-looking woman stood behind the counter: his conversation with me was too low to be heard by her, and he now turned to the counter to buy some cards as an excuse for our being there.

He asked the woman her name--her predecessor's name--his predecessor's name.

'That won't do,' he said, with good-humoured impatience; 'who was his predecessor ?' 'Mr.Riebau,' she replied, and immediately added, as if suddenly recollecting herself, 'He, sir, was the master of Sir Charles Faraday.' 'Nonsense!' he responded, 'there is no such person.' Great was her delight when I told her the name of her visitor; but she assured me that as soon as she saw him running about the shop, she felt-though she did not know why--that it must be 'Sir Charles Faraday.' Faraday did, as you know, accompany Davy to Rome: he was re-engaged by the managers of the Royal Institution on May 15, 1815.

Here he made rapid progress in chemistry, and after a time was entrusted with easy analyses by Davy.