"Good-looking, of course?"
"No, but remarkable-looking. When you see him you could never take him for a common man. He seems awfully clever."
"Well, as some philosopher, whose name has escaped me, says, we must take him as we find him, though I must say it seems to me that it would be very difficult to take him as we do not find him, or as we find him not. To be serious, Hetty----"
"O, thank goodness! at last!" cried the girl, with a sigh of relief, and raising her eyes in gratitude.
"If you don't take great care," he said, shaking a long thin forefinger at her, "you can't tell what may happen. I am not the man to submit to bullying at your hands. What I was going to say when you threatened me is this, that while I have no objection to Freddie going over now and then to play with this boy----"
"He promised to go over again to-morrow," interrupted Hetty.
"All right; let him go over to-morrow. But for two or three reasons he must not go over every day. This young--By the way, what's his name?"
"Bramwell. The man told me he was his son, his only child."
"Very good. This young Bramwell must come over, turn and turn about, and play with Freddie here. In the first place, I think one of the upstairs rooms is a safer place for these young shavers than the island, though there is a wall; and in the next place, this Bramwell is at work on coining, or whatever it is, all day, and can't be expected to look after two mischievous boys of their age. Of course you can't have the two of them here when we have Crawford; but that will not be for four weeks more. That reminds me: he said he should like to see Freddie. Did he ask afterwards for the boy?"
"No. You see he was busy tidying, or rather untidying, his room all one day, and he was out a good deal of the time, and went away early in the morning."