Once as he passed her table angry curiosity took him to look at some finished work that was lying there.

Perfection! Intelligence, accuracy, the clearest of scripts! All his hints taken--and bettered in the taking.

Beside it lay some slovenly manuscripts of Levasseur's.

He could see the corners of Miss Bremerton's mouth go up as she looked it through.

Well, now he was to be left to Levasseur's tender mercies--after all he had taught her! And the accounts, and the estate, and these infernal rations, that no human being could understand! The Squire's self-pity rose upon him like a flood.