From this reflection, however, he was roused by a new sally on Soane's part.

'But, crib me! you are very fine to-night, Mr.Thomasson,' he said, staring about him afresh.

'Ten o'clock, and you are lighted as for a drum! What is afoot ?' The tutor smirked and rubbed his hands.

'Well, I--I was expecting a visitor, Sir George.' 'Ah, you dog! She is not here, but you are expecting her.' Mr.Thomasson grinned; the jest flattered him.

Nevertheless he hastened to exonerate himself.