'How many several people are after you at this present, Miss
Hazel?'
'Difficult to say, sir, without more extensive inquiries than I have made. Your words do not put an attractive face upon the matter.'
'Is there any such thing in the lot?' asked Mr. Falkirk, discontentedly.
'As an attractive face? O yes, sir, several. Quite a number, I should say,' replied Miss Hazel, with a critical air.
'And all of them at Moscheloo?'
'All what, sir? Your English is hardly so pointed as usual—if you will excuse me for saying it.'
'You were speaking of attractive faces, my dear. I should say that your syntax wanted attention.'
'I did not know but you referred to "the lot," ' said Wych Hazel. 'There was the usual mingling, I think, of attractive and unattractive.'
Mr. Falkirk was silent till dinner was served, and then attended to that.
'Mr. Falkirk,' Hazel began suddenly, when Gotham had retired, 'I believe you could move now. Come!—go with me to Oak Hill to-night,—will you, sir?'