human being, and would care for and guard her better than he. Respecting de Hamal, I fear she is under an illusion; the man's character is known to me, all his antecedents, all his scrapes. He is not worthy of your beautiful young friend".
"My 'beautiful young friend' ought to know that, and to know or feel who is worthy of her", said I. "If her beauty or her brains will not serve her so far, she merits the sharp lesson of experience".
"Are you not a little severe?"
"I am excessively severe—more severe than I choose to show you. You should hear the strictures with which I favor my 'beautiful young friend', only that you would be unutterably shocked at my want of tender considerateness for her delicate nature".
"She is so lovely, one cannot but be loving towards her. You—every woman older than herself, must feel for such a simple, innocent, girlish fairy a sort of motherly or elder-sisterly fondness. Graceful angel! Does not your heart yearn towards her when she pours into your ear her pure, childlike confidences? How you are privileged!" And he sighed.
"I cut short these confidences somewhat abruptly now and then", said I. "But excuse me, Dr. John, may I change the theme for one instant? What a god-like person is that de Hamal! What a nose on his face—perfect! Model one in putty or clay, you could not make a better, or straighter, or neater; and then, such classic lips and chin—and his bearing—sublime".
"De Hamal is an unutterable puppy, besides being a very white-livered hero".
"You, Dr. John, and every man of a less-refined mold than he, must feel for him a sort of admiring affection, such as Mars and the coarser deities may be supposed to have borne the young, graceful Apollo".
"An unprincipled, gambling little jackanapes!" said Dr. John curtly, "whom, with one hand, I could lift up by the waistband any day, and lay low in the kennel if I liked".
"The sweet seraph!" said I. "What a cruel idea! Are you not a little severe, Dr. John?"
And now I paused. For the second time that night I was
