And he was, even then, and always, 'the good and beautiful.' You don't understand Greek, do you, Miss Boyce?
But he was very good to me.

I got into an awful scrape once.

I let out a pair of eagle owls that used to be kept in the courtyard--Sir Charles loved them a great deal more than his babies--I let them out at night for pure wickedness, and they came to fearful ends in the park.

I was to have been sent home next day, in the most unnecessary and penal hurry.

But Aldous interposed--said he would look after me for the rest of the holidays." "And then you tormented him ?" "Oh no!" he said with gentle complacency.