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"DO you mean to tell me you think his behaviour respectful to a nice girl in Daphne's position?" "My dear aunt," I answered, "you confound the persons. I am not Mr. Holsworthy. I decline responsibility for him. I meet him here, in YOUR house, for the first time this morning." "Then that shows how often you come to see your relations, Hubert!" my aunt burst out, obliquely.
Now Moor Hall was a small house, standing on a small property belonging to Sir Hugh, in that part of Devonshire which lies north of Dartmoor, somewhere near the Holsworthy region, and which is perhaps as ugly, as desolate, and as remote as any part of England.
He will refer you to the works of the Scandinavian dramatists." My aunt was speechless. She could only gurgle out the words: "Well, I can safely say that of all the monstrous behaviour " then language failed her and she relapsed into silence. However, when Daphne and young Holsworthy returned, I had as much talk with him as I could, and when he left the house I left also.
The edifices used for the undergraduates' chambers and for the lecture- rooms are by no means handsome. They are very ugly, red brick houses, standing here and there without order. There are seven such; and they are called Brattle House, College House, Divinity Hall, Hollis Hall, Holsworthy Hall, Massachusetts Hall, and Stoughton Hall.
Hilda's eyes met mine and read my thought. They flashed back word, in the language of eyes, "I do not agree with you." Daphne, meanwhile, was watching me closely. I could see she was anxious to discover what impression her friend Mr. Holsworthy was making on me.
"After all," I thought to myself, "even Hilda Wade is fallible." So that evening, when her "turn" was over, I made up my mind to go round and call upon her. I had told Cecil Holsworthy my intentions beforehand, and it rather shocked him. He was too much of a gentleman to wish to spy upon the girl he had promised to marry. However, in my case, there need be no such scruples.
The point is this: you're the one man now living in the family. You ought to behave like a brother to Daphne. Why don't you board this Holsworthy person and ask him his intentions?" "Goodness gracious!" I cried; "most excellent of aunts, that epoch has gone past. The late lamented Queen Anne is now dead. It's no use asking the young man of to-day to explain his intentions.
One of them was always addressed to Cecil Holsworthy, Esq." "And the other?" "Wasn't." "Did you note the name?" I asked, interested. "Yes; here it is." She handed me a slip of paper. I read it: "Reginald Nettlecraft, Esq., 427, Staples Inn, London." "What, Reggie Nettlecraft!" I cried, amused.
"I have a sort of inkling that Miss Montague likes HIM best; he is nearer her type; but she thinks Cecil Holsworthy the better match. Has Mr. Nettlecraft money?" "Not a penny, I should say. An allowance from his father, perhaps, who is a Lincolnshire parson; but otherwise, nothing." "Then, in my opinion, the young lady is playing for Mr. Holsworthy's money; failing which, she will decline upon Mr.
"You see," I said, maliciously; "I told you they never find us out, Holsworthy!" As for Reggie Nettlecraft and his wife, I should like to add that they are getting on quite as well as could be expected.
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