He had reached the outskirts of the town, when his ears were invaded by the sound of the band attached to the horse-riding establishment, which had there set up its rest in a wooden pavilion.  A flag floating from the summit of the temple, proclaimed to mankind that it was Sleary’s Horse-Riding which claimed their suffrages.  Among the many pleasing wonders which must be seen to be believed, Signor Jupe was that afternoon to “elucidate the diverting accomplishments of his highly trained performing dog, Merrylegs,” He was also to exhibit “his astounding feat of throwing seventy-five hundred weight in rapid succession back-handed over his head, thus forming a fountain of solid iron in midair, a feat never before attempted in this or any other country, and which having elicited such rapturous plaudits from enthusiastic throngs it cannot be withdrawn.”  The same Signor Jupe was to “enliven the varied performances at frequent intervals with his chaste Shakesperean quips and retorts.”  Lastly, he was to wind them up by appearing in his favorite character of Mr. William Button, of Tooley Street, in “the highly novel and laughable Hippo Comedietta of The Tailor’s Journey to Brentford.”

Thomas Gradgrind took no heed of these trivialities, but passed on, as a practical man ought to pass on.  But, at the back of the booth he saw a number of children congregated in a number of stealthy attitudes, striving to peep in at the hidden glories of the place.  What did he then behold but his own Louisa peeping with all her might through a hole in a deal board, and his own Thomas abasing himself on the ground to catch but a hoof of the graceful Tyrolean Flower-act!

Dumb with amazement, Mr. Gradgrind crossed to the spot where his family was thus disgraced, laid his hand upon each erring child, and said: 

“Louisa!!  Thomas!!”

Both rose, red and disconcerted.

“In the name of wonder, idleness, and folly!” said Mr. Gradgrind, leading each away by a hand; “what do you do here?”

“Wanted to see what it was like,” returned Louisa shortly.

“You!” exclaimed Mr. Gradgrind.  “Thomas and you, to whom the circle of the sciences is open; who may be said to be replete with Fact; who have been trained to mathematical exactness; Thomas and you, here!  In this degraded position!  I am amazed.”

“I was tired, father,” said Louisa.

“Tired?  Of what?” asked the astonished father.

“I don’t know of what—­of everything, I think.”

“Say not another word,” returned Mr. Gradgrind.  “You are childish.  I will hear no more.”  With which remark he led the culprits to their home in silence, into the presence of their fretful invalid mother, who was much annoyed at the disturbance they had created.  While she was peevishly expressing her mind on the subject, Mr. Gradgrind was gravely pondering upon the matter.

“Whether,” he said, “whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything?  Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house for Louisa or Thomas to read?  Because in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is incomprehensible.”