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6. The Hole In The Wall
Two men, the one an architect and the other an archaeologist, met on the steps of the
great house at Prior's Park; and their host, Lord Bulmer, in his breezy way, thought it
natural to introduce them. It must be confessed that he was hazy as well as breezy, and
had no very clear connection in his mind, beyond the sense that an architect and an
archaeologist begin with the same series of letters. The world must remain in a reverent
doubt as to whether he would, on the same principles, have presented a diplomatist to a
dipsomaniac or a ratiocinator to a rat catcher. He was a big, fair, bull-necked young man,
abounding in outward gestures, unconsciously flapping his gloves and flourishing his
"You two ought to have something to talk about," he said, cheerfully. "Old buildings and
all that sort of thing; this is rather an old building, by the way, though I say it who
shouldn't. I must ask you to excuse me a moment; I've got to go and see about the cards
for this Christmas romp my sister's arranging. We hope to see you all there, of course.
Juliet wants it to be a fancy-dress affair--abbots and crusaders and all that. My ancestors,
I suppose, after all."
"I trust the abbot was not an ancestor," said the archaeological gentleman, with a smile.
"Only a sort of great-uncle, I imagine," answered the other, laughing; then his rather
rambling eye rolled round the ordered landscape in front of the house; an artificial sheet
of water ornamented with an antiquated nymph in the center and surrounded by a park of
tall trees now gray and black and frosty, for it was in the depth of a severe winter.
"It's getting jolly cold," his lordship continued. "My sister hopes we shall have some
skating as well as dancing."
"If the crusaders come in full armor," said the other, "you must be careful not to drown
your ancestors."
"Oh, there's no fear of that," answered Bulmer; "this precious lake of ours is not two feet
deep anywhere." And with one of his flourishing gestures he stuck his stick into the water
to demonstrate its shallowness. They could see the short end bent in the water, so that he
seemed for a moment to lean his large weight on a breaking staff.
"The worst you can expect is to see an abbot sit down rather suddenly," he added, turning
away. "Well, au revoir; I'll let you know about it later."
The archaeologist and the architect were left on the great stone steps smiling at each
other; but whatever their common interests, they presented a considerable personal
contrast, and the fanciful might even have found some contradiction in each considered