Tales of the Long Bow
of radiance of protest, "I think such an insinuation about a man in Professor Hake's position———"
"Not at all, not at all," said Hood soothingly, "I'm sure it's a most comfortable position."
The Professor blinked at him, but a light burned in the eyeballs under the heavy eyelids.
"If you come here talking like that———" he began, when Hood cut off his speech by speaking across him to somebody else, with a cheerful rudeness that was like a kick in its contempt.
"And what do you say, my dear doctor?" he observed, addressing Hunter. "You used to be almost as romantic as myself about the amenities of this place. Do you remember how much you admired the landlords for keeping the place quiet and select; and how you said the old families preserved the beauty of old England?"
There was a silence, and then the young doctor spoke.
"Well, it doesn't follow a fellow can't believe in progress. That's what's the matter with you, Hood; you don't believe in progress. We must move with the times; and somebody always has to suffer. Besides, it doesn't matter so much about river-water nowadays. It doesn't even matter so much about the, main water-supply.
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