“But it does not content me,” replied the other, white with passion. “Do you suppose that a man, in forming himself for the duties I discharge, and in watching and repressing himself daily to discharge them well, dismisses a man’s nature?”

“I suppose you,” said Eugene, “judging from what I see as I look at you, to be rather too passionate for a good schoolmaster.” As he spoke, he tossed away the end of his cigar.

“Passionate with you, sir, I admit I am. Passionate with you, sir, I respect myself for being. But I have not devils for my pupils.”

“For your teachers, I should rather say,” replied Eugene.

“ Mr. Wrayburn.”

“Schoolmaster.”