‘Nevertheless, people should perform what they, promise,’ observed the antiquary severely.
For the second time Margaret felt a gentle pressure upon her shoulder; it seemed as though Willie had whispered, ‘You hear that.’
‘The play is called “Vortigern and Rowena,”’ continued the young man.
‘An admirable subject,’ murmured the antiquary ecstatically.
‘It is, of course, historical; there are Hengist and Horsus.’
‘Horsa,’ suggested Mr. Erin.
‘Shakespeare writes it Horsus; Horsa was perhaps his sister.’
‘Perhaps,’ admitted the antiquary with prompt adhesion. ‘And the treatment? How does it rank as regards his other productions?’
‘Nay, sir, that is for you to judge; I am no critic.’