The tutor, in his own room, put down his fisherman's rod and bag.

The chamber was a small one, set high up, with two deep windows tying the interior to the yet rosy west and the clearer, paler south.

Strickland stood a moment, then went out at door and down three steps and along a passageway to two doors, one closed, the other open.

He tapped upon the latter.
"James!" A boy of fourteen, tall and fair, with a flushed, merry face, crossed the room and opened the door more widely.

"Oh, aye, Mr.Strickland, I'm in!" "Is Alexander ?" "Not yet.