When Waymark entered this evening, he found his colleagues seated
together in silence. Mr. Philip Q'Gree--"fill-up" was his own
pronunciation of the name--would have been worse than
insignificant in appearance, but for the expression of good-humour
and geniality which possessed his irregular features. He was
red-headed, and had large red whiskers.
Herr Egger was a gentleman of very different exterior. Tall, thick,
ungainly, with a very heavy, stupid face, coarse hands, outrageous
lower extremities. A mass of coal-black hair seemed to weigh down
his head. His attire was un-English, and, one might suspect, had
been manufactured in some lonely cottage away in the remote Swiss
valley which had till lately been the poor fellow's home. Dr. Tootle
never kept his foreign masters long. His plan was to get hold of
some foreigner without means, and ignorant of English, who would
come and teach French or German in return for mere board and
lodging; when the man had learnt a little English, and was in a
position to demand a salary, he was dismissed, and a new professor
obtained. Egger had lately, under the influence of some desperate
delusion, come to our hospitable clime in search of his fortune.
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