Then the slur upon her probable want of force--her incapacity, who made the character of the school and left this man to pocket its profits--sent a thrill of the old Wentworth fire through him, so that his muscles hardened, his hands closed, and he took the measure of Mr.Silas Peckham, to see if his head would strike the wall in case he went over backwards all of a sudden.

This would not do, of course, and so the thrill passed off and the muscles softened again.

Then came that state of tenderness in the heart, overlying wrath in the stomach, in which the eyes grow moist like a woman's, and there is also a great boiling-up of objectionable terms out of the deep-water vocabulary, so that Prudence and Propriety and all the other pious P's have to jump upon the lid of speech to keep them from boiling over into fierce articulation.

All this was internal, chiefly, and of course not recognized by Mr.Silas Peckham.

The idea, that any full-grown, sensible man should have any other notion than that of getting the most work for the least money out of his assistants, had never suggested itself to him.
Mr.Bernard had gone through this paroxysm, and cooled down, in the period while Mr.Peckham was uttering these words in his thin, shallow whine, twanging up into the frontal sinuses.