Oswald actually laughed himself. He tried hard to put on
a stern look, and said "I think Edward you had best attend to your
ciphering." The assistant was so busily occupied that he saw nor heard
nothing of it all, till he raised his head, and seeing many of the
scholars trying to conceal their laughter, and even observing an
expression of quiet mirth on Mr. Oswald's face, he looked from one to
another with such a ludicrous manner of enquiry and astonishment it made
the matter still worse. But, whatever Mr. Lawrence may lack in any way,
is more than made up to us in Mr. Oswald. He is past thirty years of
age, he is married, and has a little boy and girl who attend school.
The little boy is very nice, and if I wasn't afraid you would laugh at
me I would say that I think Rose Oswald the handsomest girl I ever saw,
and I have said it after all, laugh or no laugh. Mr. Oswald is very
highly learned, but when we meet with him, somehow or other, the space
between us and that tall, learned, and somewhat grave looking man, seems
annihilated.
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