He began to discover now what I have already ventured to call the _fluidity_ of her expression; for he was almost startled every time he saw her, by finding her different from what he had expected to find her.

Jean Paul somewhere makes a lamentation over the fact that girls will never meet you in the morning with the same friendliness with which they parted from you the night before.

But this was not the kind of change Alec found.

She behaved with perfect evenness to him, but always _looked_ different, so that he felt as if he could never know her quite--which was a just conclusion, and might have been arrived at upon less remarkable though more important grounds.

Occasionally he would read something of Byron's; and it was a delight to him such as he had never known before, to see Kate's strangely beautiful eyes flash with actual visible fire as he read, or cloud over with mist and fill slowly with the dew of feeling.
No doubt he took more of the credit than belonged to him--which was greedy, seeing poor Byron had none of the pleasure.
Had it not been for the help Mr Cupples gave him towards the end of the session, he would have made a poor figure both in Greek and mathematics.