The Candidate took the kindest notice of them all; shook all of them by the hand; inquired all their names; looked at himself in the glass, and arranged his curls.
"Whom have we here ?" thought Elise, with secret anxiety.

"He is a fop--a perfect fop! How in all the world could Bishop B.select him as teacher for my poor little children?
He will think much more of looking at himself in the glass than of looking after them.

The fine breast-pin that he is wearing is of false stones.

He laughs to show his white teeth.

An actual fop--a fool, perhaps! There, now, he looks at himself again in the glass!" Elise sought to catch her husband's eye, but he evidently avoided meeting hers; yet something of discontent, and something of trouble too, showed itself in his manner.