What Hawkshaw meant by this was not very apparent; but when the little party resumed their promenade among the grand old trees of Acton Chase, Morley gradually drew Ethel somewhat apart from the rest. After being silent some time:
"I entertain a horror of that fellow!" said he; "and I am astonished that your father tolerates or patronises him. Excuse me, dear Ethel; but I cannot help saying so."
"You mean Mr. Hawkshaw?"
"Pray don't omit his rank of captain—yes, Hawkshaw—a most decided aversion for him."
"Though I don't like him, Morley, I am sorry to hear this," said Ethel, gently, while colouring a very little.
"Why?"
"He is such a favourite with papa—for his father's sake, I grant you, rather than his own—for old Mr. Hawkshaw was, indeed, a great and valued friend to papa, when early in life he much required one."
"Listen, Ethel, and, dearest, do be candid with me—has Hawkshaw ever spoken of love to you?"
"Frequently, before you came," said Ethel, smiling.
"D—— his impudence!"