Holworthy Hall

“ Oh, all right—I admire you, Hector, and I'm almost afraid of you—but I think you could do a lot better for yourself if you'd only look around a bit. I'd like to see you in something more human—like teaching, or traveling for your health. ”

“ Eleanor stared dumbly at the extremely lucid diagram.
"What a tremendous waste of time!" she commented. "I don't mean to criticize you, Hector, but if men want to play football, why don't they just go out and play it, without planning beforehand? ”

“ I had to specialize in something, and this was it."
"Is—is your book like this?"
"More so."
"If you had to do it—if you were going into teaching," she said thoughtfully, "I could—how you can keep at it for fun is beyond me!"
The heir to the sacred trust gazed calmly over his tortoise-rimmed spectacles.
"To tell the truth, I wouldn't keep at it ten minutes longer if it weren't for father."
Eleanor asked the question tacitly.
"Fame," said Hector dryly. "It's my only chance. It's all I know. It's rather an odd trick, too—to get anywhere in archæology you've got to live the other man's life ”