There was something horribly pathetic in the girl's shy, beseeching, foolish gaze at Horace.

She was younger and shyer than Lucy and, although not so pretty, immeasurably more pathetic.
"Another," thought Horace.

It was a great relief to him when, only a week later, this girl found an admirer in one of the schoolboys, who, led by some strange fascination, followed her instead of one of the prettier, more attractive girls.

Then the girl began to look more normal.

She dressed more carefully and spent more time in arranging her hair.