“And the classics—the classics—you are such an excellent Grecian!”
“There are great Grecians in Germany,” answered Cleveland; “and Ernest cannot well unlearn what he knows already. My dear Maltravers, the boy is not like most clever young men. He must either go through action, and adventure, and excitement in his own way, or he will be an idle dreamer, or an impracticable enthusiast all his life. Let him alone.—So Cuthbert is gone into the Guards?”
“But he went first to Oxford.”
“Humph! What a fine young man he is!”
“Not so tall as Ernest, but—”
“A handsome face,” said Cleveland. “He is a son to be proud of in one way, as I hope Ernest will be in another. Will you show me your new hunter?”
It was to the house of this gentleman, so judiciously made his guardian, that the student of Gottingen now took his melancholy way.