My eyes followed him as the eyes of the fascinated dove follow the serpent.

I saw him divest himself of his semi-toilet, and then solemnly wind up his watch, after which he slipped beneath the clothes, and all was silent.
I lay there, moving not a muscle, till the breathing of the truant grew long and heavy, and finally settled down to the regular cadence of sleep.

Then I breathed once more myself; my staring eyes gradually drooped; my mind wandered over a large variety of topics, and finally relapsed into the happy condition of thinking of nothing at all.
When I awoke next morning, in obedience to the summons of the bell, the first thing I was aware of was that Tempest was complacently whistling a popular air as he performed his toilet.
"Poor Dux!" thought I, "he little dreams what a terrible night he has had.

Good morning, Dux," I said deferentially.
Tempest went on brushing his hair till he had finished his tune, and then honoured me with a glance and a nod.
Something in my appearance must have attracted his attention, for he looked at me again, and said, "What makes you look so jolly fishy, eh, youngster ?" "Oh," said I, a little flattered to have my looks remarked upon, "I had a nightmare or something." "Comes of eating such a supper as you did," replied the Dux.
"Wouldn't he open his eyes," thought I, "if I told him what the nightmare was! But I won't do it." I therefore relapsed into my toilet, and, as time was nearly up, left the unconscious sleep-walker to finish his in silence.
Dr Hummer's "select young gentlemen" only numbered thirty, all told-- chiefly sons of the trading community, who received at the establishment at Hampstead all the advantages of a good commercial education, combined with some of the elegances of a high-class preparatory school.

Tipton's father, who was an extensive draper in an adjoining suburb, was rather fond, I believe, of telling his friends that he had a boy at Dangerfield College.