"It'll never come off," he thought, in his secret heart.
But he did not say so, because, in spite of himself, he hoped that it would, if only because Addie wanted it to and because it was such a long way off, the Polytechnic, and because Addie lately had worn such a wrinkle in his forehead, as though he were disappointed . . . possibly in him.
"We're a great trouble to you, Addie, what?"
"If only you work hard, Piet . . . then it won't be such a trouble and things will look after themselves."
But Piet was not the only one to see it: they all saw it, the boys and girls alike, and wondered if it was because of them only or because of something quite different—himself, or Mathilde—that his forehead wrinkled so and his grey eyes grew so sombre. . . .
