Part 1, Chapter IX.
The Professor Leaves Home.
As I took my place in class I observed that all the girls stared at me; and after staring, one whispered to another, and then they stared again. It was really very confusing. After a time I did not like it. I thought they were impertinent. I could have borne with the stares and all the nudges and the whispers if I had been wearing my dark-blue dress with the grey fur, for I should have put down the curious behaviour of my schoolfellows to the fact of the dress: they were admiring the dress; they were jealous of the dress. But I had gone to school that morning just the ordinary Dumps—Dumps in clothes she had grown out of, Dumps with a somewhat untidy head, Dumps with her plain face. Why should the girls look at me? It was not possible that the good food I had eaten and the happy life I had led at Miss Donnithorne’s could have made such a marvellous difference in so short a time—just about three days and a half.
But my lessons were more absorbing than usual, and I forgot the girls. In the playground I resolved to avoid the Swans, and in order to do this I went up to Augusta Moore and slipped my hand through her arm.
“Do let us walk about,” I said, “and let us be chums, if you don’t mind.”
“Chums?” said Augusta, turning her dreamy, wonderful eyes upon my face.
“Yes,” I said.
“But chums have tastes in common,” was her next remark.