"You won't like it. Nothing happens here; nothing ever will happen. You

will be dreadfully bored."

"If I am bored I shall get something to do. I shall dissipate myself in a

bland parochial patriotism. I can feel it coming on already. When I once

get my feet on a platform I shall let myself go."

"Do. You'll astonish our simple Arcadian farmers. Nothing but good old

Tory melodrama goes down here. Are you equal to that?"

"Oh yes. I'm terrific in Tory melodrama. I shall bring down the house."

She turned a curious scrutinizing look on him.

"Yes," said she, "you'll bring down the house--like Samson among the

Philistines."

He returned her look with interest. "I should immensely like to know,"

said he, "what you go in for. I'm sure you go in for something."

She looked at her plate. "Well, I dabble a little in psychology."

"Oh!" There was a moment's silence. "Psychology is a large order," said

Tyson, presently.

"Yes, if you go in deep. I'm not deep. I'm perfectly happy when I've got

hold of the first principles. It sounds dreadfully superficial, but I'm

not interested in anything but principles."

"I'm sorry to hear it, for in that case you won't be interested in me."

She laughed nervously. She was accustomed to be rallied on her

attainments, but never quite after this fashion.

"Why not?"

"Because I haven't any principles."

She bent her brows; but her eyes were smiling under her frown.

"You really mustn't say these things here. We are so dreadfully literal.

We might take you at your word."

Tyson smiled, showing his rather prominent teeth unpleasantly.

"I wish," said she, "I knew what you think a country gentleman's duties

really are."

"Do you? They are three. To hunt hard; to shoot straight; and to go to

church."

"I hope you will perform them--all."

"I shall--all. No--on second thoughts I draw the line at going to church.

It's all very well if you've got a private chapel, or an easy chair in

the chancel, or a family vault you can sit in. But I detest these modern

arrangements; I object to be stuck in a tight position between two

boards, with my feet in somebody else's hat, and somebody else's feet

in mine, and to have people breathing down my collar and hissing and

yelling alternately, in my ear."

Again Miss Batchelor drew her eyebrows together in a friendly frown of

warning. She liked the cosmopolitan Tyson and his reckless speech, and

she had her own reasons for wishing him to make a good impression. But

her hints had roused in him the instinct of antagonism, and he went on

more recklessly than before. "No; you are perfectly wrong. I'm not an

interesting atheist. I have the most beautiful child-like faith in--"




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