A FISH OUT OF WATER Sir George spent a long day in his own company, and heedless that on the surgeon's authority he passed abroad for a hard man and a dashed unfeeling fellow, dined on Lord Lyttelton's 'Life of King Henry the Second,' which was a new book in those days, and the fashion; and supped on gloom and good resolutions.

He proposed to call and inquire after his antagonist at a decent hour in the morning, and if the report proved favourable, to go on to Lord----'s in the afternoon.
But his suspense was curtailed, and his inquiries were converted into a matter of courtesy, by a visit which he received after breakfast from Mr.Thomasson.A glance at the tutor's smiling, unctuous face was enough.

Mr.Thomasson also had had his dark hour--since to be mixed up with, a fashionable fracas was one thing, and to lose a valuable and influential pupil, the apple of his mother's eye, was another; but it was past, and he gushed over with gratulations.
'My dear Sir George,' he cried, running forward and extending his hands, 'how can I express my thankfulness for your escape?
I am told that the poor dear fellow fought with a fury perfectly superhuman, and had you given ground must have ran you through a dozen times.

Let us be thankful that the result was otherwise.' And he cast up his eyes.
'I am,' Sir George said, regarding him rather grimly.

'I do not know that Mr.Dunborough shares the feeling.' 'The dear man!' the tutor answered, not a whit abashed.