At school he was very careful of his clothes. He did not say much about the school. It was all right. Better than London. What did he do in the evenings? O,—went for walks, mostly. There were woods outside the town, and the river.
Those few minutes were very precious to Sorrell, but they tantalized him. His boy was so apart from him all through the day, and whenever they met he would look eagerly at that frankly radiant face for the shadow of any possible blemish.
He felt so responsible, greedily responsible. The boy's clean eyes made the life at the Angel possible.
On one occasion when he had walked a little way along the footpath with Christopher he became aware of a face at a window. The woman was watching them. He caught her bold, considering eyes fixed on the boy.
He went back rather hurriedly into the passage, and met her there.
"That your kid, Stephen?"
"Yes, madam."
"He's not a bit like you. The mother's dead, I suppose?"
"I divorced her," said Sorrell, pale and stiff about the lips.
Usually, it was about eleven at night when he went slowly up the narrow staircase to the top landing where the staff slept. He carried a candle. Sometimes he would hear giggling and chattering in one of the girls' rooms, but he always went straight to his own, shut the door, put the candlestick on the chair, sat down on the bed and turned out his pockets. At this hour he did his precious calculations. His little black note-book was a model of neatness, with credit and debit entries.
| July 7. | Wages | £1 | 10 | 0 | Christopher—Board | £1 | 0 | 0 |
| July„ 7. | Tips | 4 | 6 | Tobacco | 2 | 0 | ||
| July„ 8. | Tips„ | 3 | 0 | Tooth brush | 1 | 0 | ||
| July„ 9. | Tips„ | 0 | Christopher—Boots | 1 | 0 | 0 | ||
| July„ 10. | Tips„ | 7 | 0 | |||||
| July„ 11. | Tips„ | 5 | 6 | |||||
| July„ 12. | Tips„ | 1 | 0 | |||||
| July„ 13. | Tips„ | 9 | 0 |
