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"Ah! my dear fellow," replied Hoffland, "we men must have some tribunal above the courts of law; and then you know the women dote upon a duellist. "Yes, Hoffland, as they dote upon an interesting monstrosity the worse portion.
"Charles!" cried Mowbray, with a strong disposition to laugh; "you must pardon my saying that your vanity is the most amusing I have ever encountered." "Is it!" asked Hoffland, smiling; "but come, don't you think me fascinating?" "Upon my word," said Mowbray, "were I to utter the exact truth, I should say yes; for I have never yet found myself so completely conciliated by a stranger.
Denis!" murmured Hoffland, suddenly turning pale and trembling from head to foot. "Refuse it, and I will publish you as a coward!" cried Denis, in a towering rage; "a poltroon who has insulted a lady and refused to hold himself responsible!" With which words Denis tossed away; and passing through the crowd of students, who, hearing angry voices, had risen to their feet, he entered the college.
Belle-bouche enforced her requests with such a wealth of smiles, that Mowbray was compelled to yield. He promised to come, and then suddenly remembered that Philippa would be there, and almost groaned. Belle-bouche finished her purchases, and went out. As she passed Hoffland she dropped her handkerchief.
Lucy from time to time burst into loud and merry laughter, clapping her hands, and expressing great delight at something which Hoffland was communicating; and Hoffland was bending down familiarly and whispering in her ear. No sooner, however, had the promenaders caught sight of Mowbray and Denis looking at them, than their manner suddenly changed.
I do not despair of conquering my passion, for all things are possible to human energy this far at least. Come, let us return." Calmly buttoning his coat, Mowbray took Charles's arm, and they bent their way back to town. As for Hoffland, he seemed overcome by the vehemence of his companion, and for some time was completely silent. He seemed to be thinking.
I find great freshness of thought and feeling in you, Charles " "Do you?" "And more still," said Mowbray, smiling sadly; "I think you love me." "Indeed?" said Hoffland, turning away his face. "Yes; you gravitated toward me; but I equally to yourself. And now I think you begin to have a sincere affection for me." "Begin, indeed!" Mowbray smiled.
A brook ran sparkling like a silver thread across the emerald expanse, and along this brook were sauntering two students, one of whom had spoken to the abstracted lover. He who had addressed Jacques was Mowbray; the other was Hoffland, the young student who had just arrived at Williamsburg.
"I think I should like to know your sister," said Hoffland. "Why, nothing is easier: come with me this evening." "This evening?" "Why not?" "How could I?" laughed Hoffland; "your house is so small, that without some warning I should probably incommode you." "Oh, not at all we have a very good room for you. You know in Virginia we always keep the 'guest's chamber, however poor we are."
Say that duty is greater than hope, and you are right; but say that duty carries men as easily over obstacles as joy, which loves those obstacles, and you are mistaken. Well, all this prosing is meant to show that the real happiness of life is in illusions. Doubtless you are convinced of it, however: already one learns much by the time he has reached eighteen." Hoffland mused.
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