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He took the sheet of paper, looked at one side, turned it over and looked at the other, and then raised his eyes to Dexter's, which avoided his gaze directly. "What is this?" he cried. "The equations, sir," said Dexter humbly. "Tut tut tut!" ejaculated Mr Limpney. "Was there ever such a boy? plus where it ought to be minus, and why, what's this!" "This, sir?" said Dexter. "Half-crowns."
When did they meet, and in what time from starting? Now then there are your figures, where did they meet? Look and tell me." Dexter took the half-sheet of paper, stared at it very doubtfully, and then looked up. "Well!" said Mr Limpney. "Where did they meet?" "Peterborough, sir." "Where!" cried Mr Limpney in astonishment. "Peterborough, sir."
"There, you must not make your studies a trouble. They ought to be a great pleasure." "They would be if you taught me," said Dexter eagerly. "I say, do ask Dr Grayson to send Mr Limpney away, and you help me. I will try so hard." "A pretty tutor I should make," cried Helen, laughing. "Why, Dexter, I am as ignorant, you see, as you!" Dexter's face was a study.
Dexter took up a slate and pencil, wrinkled up his forehead as nearly like the tutor's as he could, and slowly drew a triangle. "Very good," said Mr Limpney. "Now, go on." Dexter stared at his sketch, then helplessly at his instructor. "I ought to write ABC here, oughtn't I, sir?" "Yes, of course. Go on." Dexter hesitated, and then put a letter at each corner.
My dear Helen, I'm as certain of my theory being correct as of anything in the world. But hang that Limpney for a narrow-minded, classic-stuffed, mathematic-bristling prig! We'll have a better." Dexter felt a strange hesitancy; but the doctor evidently wished him to go and fish, so he took his rod, line, and basket, and was crossing the hall when he encountered Mrs Millett.
Then he had returned to the house to go through his lessons, and sent long-suffering Mr Limpney, BA, almost into despair by the little progress he had made, after which he had gone down the garden with the expectation of meeting Dan'l at some corner, but instead had come upon Peter, busy as usual with his broom. "Yer needn't look," said the latter worthy; "he's gone out." "What! Dan'l has?"
Dexter made a desperate attempt, floundered on a quarter of a minute, and broke down in half. "Tut tut tut!" ejaculated Mr Limpney. "I'm sure you have not looked at it since I was here." "That I have, sir," cried Dexter, in a voice full of eager protest.
"You see," said the doctor, "the boy has not had the advantages lads have at good schools; and he feels these lessons to be extremely difficult. Give him time." "Oh, certainly, Doctor Grayson," said Mr Limpney. "I have only one wish, and that is to bring the boy on. He is behind to a terrible extent."
"Well, have it that way if you like," said Mr Limpney. "I don't like it that way, sir," said Dexter. "I'll put it your way." "No, no. Go on your way." "But I haven't got any way, sir," said Dexter desperately. "Nonsense, nonsense! Go on." "Please, sir, I can't. I've tried and tried over and over again, but the angles all get mixed up with the sides, and it is all such a muddle.
"Algebra!" cried Mr Limpney again, and he slapped the table with a thin book. "Now then, where are these simple equations?" Dexter drew a half-sheet of foolscap paper from a folio, and rather shrinkingly placed it before his tutor, who took a pair of spectacles from his pocket, and placed them over his mild-looking eyes. "Let me see," he said, referring to a note-book.
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