"Thank you, madame," said he, and took it quietly without looking at it, put it in his pocket, and retired, with his soul in his book.

They stared comically at one another, and at this cool hand.

"It's no more his than it's mine," said Jacintha, bluntly.

Rose darted after the absorbed student, and took him captive.

"Now, doctor," she cried, "be pleased to come out of the clouds." And with the word she whipped the purse out of his coat pocket, and holding it right up before his eye, insisted on his telling her whether that was his purse or not, money and all.