Philip was hot with excitement and bodily exertion; he came in
mopping his forehead, and, without turning to Waymark, stood with
eyes fixed on the chalk caricatures. Very gradually he turned round.
Waymark was watching him, on his face an expression of subdued
mirth. Their looks met, and both exploded in laughter.
"Bedad, my boy," exclaimed O'Gree, "I'm devilish sorry! I wouldn't
have had it happen for a quarter's salary,--though I sadly need a
new pair of breeches. She's a supercilious cat-o-mountain, and she
loses no opportunity of insulting me, but after all she's a woman."
"By-the-by, Waymark," he added in a moment, "what a stunner the new
governess is! You're a lucky dog, to sit in the same room with her.
What's her name, I say?"
"Miss Enderby. You've seen her, have you?"
"I caught a glimpse of her as she came downstairs; it was quite
enough; she floored me. She's never been out of my thoughts for a
minute since I saw her. 'I love her, I love her, and who shall dare,
to chide me for loving that teacher fair!'"
"Well, yes," said Waymark, "she has a tolerable face; seems to me a
long way too good to be teaching those unlicked cubs. The dragon
wasn't too civil to her, though it was the first day.
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