Tom said he had tried to see her, but Mr.Adrian kept him at work, ciphering at a terrible sum--that and nothing else all day! saying, it was to please his young master on his return.

"Likewise something in Lat'n," added Tom.

"Nom'tive Mouser!--'nough to make ye mad, sir!" he exclaimed with pathos.

The wretch had been put to acquire a Latin declension.
Tom saw her on the morning she went away, he said: she was very sorrowful-looking, and nodded kindly to him as she passed in the fly along with young Tom Blaize.

"She have got uncommon kind eyes, sir," said Tom, "and cryin' don't spoil them." For which his hand was wrenched.
Tom had no more to tell, save that, in rounding the road, the young lady had hung out her hand, and seemed to move it forward and back, as much as to sap, Good-bye, Tom! "And though she couldn't see me," said Tom, "I took off my hat.