234 AT THE FAIR. 



CAST III. 



THE CAPTURE OF BEATRICE, AND THE 

 BOY AT THE FAIR. 



I DON'T think I ever met a more disagreeable 

 man than Villiers Hilthorpe. The fellow has 

 been here now for five days, and he does not 

 at all improve upon acquaintance. He has, 

 however, improved upon his acquaintance 

 with Miss Dalrymple to a considerable ex- 

 tent, but I don't care a button. She is a 

 feather-brained jilt, just suited to play a game 

 of flirtation with an empty-pated club-lounger. 

 They have gone out fishing to-day. Miss 

 Hilthorpe with them, but I refused to make 

 one of the party. 



I join Mr. Dalrymple in visiting the stables, 

 and the dog kennels. The dogs are very well, 

 and as far as I can see there is nothing amiss 

 with the horses. 



Mr. Dalrymple retires into what he calls his 

 study, to look over papers. He is in fact 

 rather bored, I believe, with my society, and as 

 I haven't opened my mouth, except as it were 



