He made a deep grunt, like a bear.
"That's the pert way childer speak to the old folk now—is it?"
"Even you was in love once?"
"Nonsense and foolery—nonsense and foolery!"
"Would you do different if you could go back?"
He did not answer the question.
"I doubt you're too good for Rupert Baskerville," he said.
"He's too good for me."
"He stands to work—I grant that. But he's young, and he's foolish, like all young things. Think better of it. Keep away from the young men. Work—work—work your fingers to the bone. That's the only wise way. I'm going to look at yonder ruin on the side of Hen Tor. I may build it up again and live there and die there."
"What! Leave Hawk House, Mr. Baskerville?"