"It is very singular," said John in a tone of reflection. "But, if I had not done all that, we should not be talking as we are now, after ten minutes acquaintance."
"Probably not," said Mrs. Goddard.
"No—certainly not. By the bye, there is the Hall. I suppose you have often been there since Mr. Juxon came—what kind of man is he?"
"He has been a great traveller," answered his companion. "And then—well, he is a scholar and has an immense library—"
"And an immense dog—yes, but I mean, what kind of man is he himself?"
"He is very agreeable," said Mrs. Goddard quietly. "Very well bred, very well educated. We find him a great addition in Billingsfield."
"I should think so, if he is all you say," said John discontentedly. His antagonism against Mr. Juxon was rapidly increasing. Mrs. Goddard looked at him in some surprise, being very far from understanding his tone.
"I think you will like him," she said. "He knows all about you from the
Ambroses, and he always speaks of you with the greatest admiration."
"Really? It is awfully kind of him, I am sure. I am very much obliged," said John rather contemptuously.
"Why do you speak like that?" asked Mrs. Goddard gravely. "You cannot possibly have any cause for disliking him. Besides, he is a friend of ours—"