An unconscious bond of sympathy had arisen between the new master and his pupils.

His historical importance invested him with a glamour which was nearly heroic; and his kind word on Farrar's behalf had won him an amount of confidence which was quick in showing itself.

"We like you better than Fison, though he was nice," said Bacon, as the class was about to separate.
"I hope Trimble won't send you away," said another.
"I wish you'd condemn young Trimble to death, or transport him, Mr Jeffreys," said a third confidentially.
"Good-bye, Mr Jeffreys," said Freddy, with all the confidence of an old friend.

"Did you like that parliament cake ?" "Awfully," said Jeffreys.

"Good-bye." Every one insisted on shaking hands with him, greatly to his embarrassment; and a few minutes later the school was scattered, and Jeffreys was left to go over in his mind his first day's experience.
On the whole he was cheerful.