A careless guardian was he of the treasures confided to him.
The crowd passed in Chepe; he never marked it.

The sun shone on Chepe; he only asked that it should illumine the page he read.

The knave might filch his treasures; he was heedless of the knave.

The customer might enter; but his book was all in all to him.
And indeed a customer WAS there; a little hand was tapping on the counter with a pretty impatience; a pair of arch eyes were gazing at the boy, admiring, perhaps, his manly proportions through the homely and tightened garments he wore.
"Ahem! sir! I say, young man!" the customer exclaimed.
"Ton d'apameibomenos prosephe," read on the student, his voice choked with emotion.

"What language!" he said; "how rich, how noble, how sonorous! prosephe podas--" The customer burst out into a fit of laughter so shrill and cheery, that the young Student could not but turn round, and blushing, for the first time remarked her.