But when he saw this small new-comer his soul was all ablaze with bliss in a moment. The next moment he was "showing off" with all his might - cuffing boys, pulling hair, making faces - in a word, using every art that seemed likely to fascinate a girl and win her applause. His exaltation had but one alloy - the memory of his humiliation in this angel's garden - and that record in sand was fast washing out, under the waves of happiness that were sweeping over it now.