If there was one type in Oxford he feared and detested more than another it was the Falloden type.

To him, a Hellene in temper and soul--if to be a Hellene means gentleness, reasonableness, lucidity, the absence of all selfish pretensions--men like Falloden were the true barbarians of the day, and the more able the more barbarian.
Thus, against his own will and foresight, he was on the way to become a frequenter of the Hoopers' house.

He had called on Wednesday, taken the whole party to the boats on Thursday, and given them supper afterwards in his rooms.

They had all met again at the boats on Friday, and here he was on Saturday, that he might make plans with Constance for Sunday and for several other days ahead.

He was well aware that things could not go on at that pace; but he was determined to grasp the situation, and gauge the girl's character, if he could.
[Illustration: The tea-party at Mrs.Hooper's] He saw plainly that her presence at the Hoopers was going to transform the household in various unexpected ways.