and manner. Others were full of mischief, and shewed that too.
And others, who were interested, were yet also restless; and would
manifest it by the occasional irregularity of jumping up and turning a
somerset in the midst of the lesson. That frequently happened.
Suddenly, without note or warning, in the midst of the most earnest
deliverances of the teacher, a boy would leap up and throw himself
over; come up all right; and sit down again and listen, as if he had
only been making himself comfortable; which was very likely the real
state of the case in some instances. When however a general prevalence
of somersets throughout the room indicated that too large a proportion
of the assemblage were growing uneasy in their minds, or their seats,
the director of the school stood up and gave the signal for singing.
Instantly the whole were on their feet, and some verse or two of a hymn
were shouted heartily by the united lungs of the company. That seemed
to be a great safety valve; they were quite brought into order, and
somersets not called for, till some time had passed again.

In the midst of this great assemblage of strange figures, small and
large, Mr. Carlisle's eye sought for Eleanor. He could not immediately
find her, standing at the back of the room as he was; and he did not
choose the recognition to be first on her side, so would not go
forward. No bonnet or cloak there recalled the image of Eleanor; he had
seen her once in her school trim, it is true, but that signified
nothing. He had seen her only, not her dress. It was only by a careful
scrutiny that he was able to satisfy himself which bonnet and which
outline of a cloak was Eleanor's. But once his attention had alighted
on the right figure, and he was sure, by a kind of instinct. The turns
of the head, the fine proportions of the shoulders, could be none but
her's; and Mr. Carlisle moved somewhat nearer and took up a position a
little in the rear of that form, so that he could watch all that went
on there.

He scanned with infinite disgust one after another of the miserable
figures ranged upon it. They were well-grown boys, young thieves some
of them, to judge by their looks; and dirty and ragged so as to be
objects of abhorrence much more than of anything else to his eye. Yet
to these squalid, filthy, hardened looking little wretches, scarcely
decent in their rags, Eleanor was most earnestly talking; there was no
avoidance in her air. Her face he could not see