beequal
to
these
purple
shoots
and
blushing
buds
with
long
whiskers
.
'
'
So
Sir
Guy
was
singing
about
the
violets
plucked
to
comfort
you
.
But
you
must
not
leave
off
,
I
want
to
see
how
you
do
it
.
I
am
gardener
enough
to
like
to
look
on
.
'
'
We
have
only
two
more
to
put
in
.
'
Knife
and
fingers
were
busy
,
and
Mary
admired
the
dexterity
with
which
the
slit
was
made
in
the
green
bark
,
well
armed
with
firm
red
thorns
,
and
the
tiny
scarlet
gem
inserted
,
and
bound
with
cotton
and
matting
.
At
the
least
critical
parts
of
the
work
,
she
asked
after
the
rest
of
the
party
,
and
was
answered
that
papa
had
driven
Charles
out
in
the
pony
carriage
,
and
that
Laura
and
Eveleen
were
sitting
on
the
lawn
,
reading
and
working
with
mamma
.
Eveleen
was
better
,
but
not
strong
,
or
equal
to
much
exertion
in
the
heat
.
Mary
went
on
to
speak
of
her
school
feast
and
ask
her
question
.
'
O
Guy
,
you
must
not
go
before
that
!
'
cried
Charlotte
.
'
Are
you
going
away
?
'
'
He
is
very
naughty
,
indeed
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
He
is
going
,
I
do
n't
know
where
all
,
to
be
stupid
,
and
read
mathematics
.
'
'
A
true
bill
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
am
to
join
a
reading-party
for
the
latter
part
of
the
vacation
.
'
'
I
hope
not
before
Thursday
week
,
though
we
are
not
asking
you
to
anything
worth
staying
for
.
'
'
Oh
,
surely
you
need
not
go
before
that
,
'
said
Amy
,
'
need
you
?
'
'
No
;
I
believe
I
may
stay
till
Friday
,
and
I
should
delight
in
the
feast
,
thank
you
,
Miss
Ross
,
—
I
want
to
study
such
things
.
A
bit
more
matting
,
Amy
,
if
you
please
.
There
,
I
think
that
will
do
.
'
'
Excellently
.
Here
is
its
name
.
See
how
neatly
Charlie
has
printed
it
,
Mary
.
Is
it
not
odd
,
that
he
prints
so
well
when
he
writes
so
badly
?
'
'
'
The
Seven
Sisters
.
'
There
,
fair
sisterhood
,
grow
and
thrive
,
till
I
come
to
transplant
you
in
the
autumn
.
Are
there
any
more
?
'
'
No
,
that
is
the
last
.
Now
,
Mary
,
let
us
come
to
mamma
.
'
Guy
waited
to
clear
the
path
of
the
numerous
trailing
briery
branches
,
and
the
others
walked
on
,
Amy
telling
how
sorry
they
were
to
lose
Guy
's
vacation
,
but
that
he
thought
he
could
not
give
time
enough
to
his
studies
here
,
and
had
settled
,
at
Oxford
,
to
make
one
of
a
reading-party
,
under
the
tutorship
of
his
friend
Mr.
Wellwood
.
'
Where
do
they
go
?
'
'
It
is
not
settled
.
Guy
wished
it
to
be
the
sea-side
;
but
Philip
has
been
recommending
a
farmhouse
in
Stylehurst
parish
,
rather
nearer
St.
Mildred
's
Wells
than
Stylehurst
,
but
quite
out
in
the
moor
,
and
an
immense
way
from
both
.
'
'
Do
you
think
it
will
be
the
place
?
'
'
Yes
;
Guy
thinks
it
would
suit
Mr.
Wellwood
,
because
he
has
friends
at
St.
Mildred
's
,
so
he
gave
his
vote
for
it
.
He
expects
to
hear
how
it
is
settled
to-day
or
to-morrow
.
'
Coming
out
on
the
lawn
,
they
found
the
three
ladies
sitting
under
the
acacia
,
with
their
books
and
work
.
Laura
did
,
indeed
,
look
older
than
her
real
age
,
as
much
above
twenty
as
Amy
looked
under
nineteen
.
She
was
prettier
than
ever
;
her
complexion
exquisite
in
delicacy
,
her
fine
figure
and
the
perfect
outline
of
her
features
more
developed
;
but
the
change
from
girl
to
woman
had
passed
over
her
,
and
set
its
stamp
on
the
anxious
blue
eye
and
almost
oppressed
brow
.
Mary
thought
it
would
be
hard
to
define
where
was
that
difference
.
It
was
not
want
of
bloom
,
for
of
that
Laura
had
more
than
any
of
the
others
,
fresh
,
healthy
,
and
bright
,
while
Amy
was
always
rather
pale
,
and
Lady
Eveleen
was
positively
wan
and
faded
by
London
and
late
hours
;
nor
was
it
loss
of
animation
,
for
Laura
talked
and
laughed
with
interest
and
eagerness
;
nor
was
it
thought
,
for
little
Amy
,
when
at
rest
,
wore
a
meditative
,
pensive
countenance
;
but
there
was
something
either
added
or
taken
away
,
which
made
it
appear
that
the
serenity
and
carelessness
of
early
youth
had
fled
from
her
,
and
the
air
of
the
cares
of
life
had
come
over
her
.
Mary
told
her
plans
,
—
Church
service
at
four
,
followed
by
a
tea-drinking
in
the
fields
;
tea
in
the
garden
for
the
company
,
and
play
for
the
school
children
and
all
who
liked
to
join
them
.
Everyone
likes
such
festivals
,
which
have
the
recommendation
of
permitting
all
to
do
as
they
please
,
bringing
friends
together
in
perfect
ease
and
freedom
,
with
an
object
that
raises
them
above
the
rank
of
mere
gatherings
for
the
pleasure
of
rich
neighbours
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
gladly
made
the
engagement
,
and
Lady
Eveleen
promised
to
be
quite
well
,
and
to
teach
the
children
all
manner
of
new
games
,
though
she
greatly
despised
the
dulness
of
English
children
,
and
had
many
droll
stories
of
the
stupidity
of
Laura
's
pupils
,
communicated
to
her
,
with
perhaps
a
little
exaggeration
,
by
Charles
,
and
still
further
embellished
by
herself
,
for
the
purpose
of
exciting
Charlotte
's
indignation
.
Mary
proceeded
to
her
consultation
about
the
singing
,
and
was
conducted
by
Guy
and
Amy
to
the
piano
,
and
when
her
ears
could
not
be
indoctrinated
by
their
best
efforts
,
they
more
than
half
engaged
to
walk
to
East
Hill
,
and
have
a
conversation
with
the
new
school-master
,
whom
Mary
pitied
for
having
fallen
on
people
so
unable
to
appreciate
his
musical
training
as
herself
and
her
father
.
The
whole
party
walked
back
with
her
as
far
as
the
shade
lasted
;
and
at
the
end
of
the
next
field
she
turned
,
saw
them
standing
round
the
stile
,
thought
what
happy
people
they
were
,
and
then
resumed
her
wonder
whither
Laura
's
youthfulness
had
flown
.
The
situation
of
Philip
and
Laura
had
not
changed
.
His
regiment
had
never
been
at
any
great
distance
from
Hollywell
,
and
he
often
came
,
venturing
more
as
Laura
learnt
to
see
him
with
less
trepidation
.
He
seldom
or
never
was
alone
with
her
;
but
his
influence
was
as
strong
as
ever
,
and
look
,
word
,
and
gesture
,
which
she
alone
could
understand
,
told
her
what
she
was
to
him
,
and
revealed
his
thoughts
.
To
him
she
was
devoted
,
all
her
doings
were
with
a
view
to
please
him
,
and
deserve
his
affection
;
he
was
her
world
,
and
sole
object
.
Indeed
,
she
was
sometimes
startled
by
perceiving
that
tenderly
as
she
loved
her
own
family
,
all
were
subordinate
to
him
.
She
had
long
since
known
the
true
name
of
her
feelings
for
him
;
she
could
not
tell
when
or
how
the
certainty
had
come
,
but
she
was
conscious
that
it
was
love
that
they
had
acknowledged
for
one
another
,
and
that
she
only
lived
in
the
light
of
his
love
.
Still
she
did
not
realize
the
evil
of
concealment
,
it
was
so
deep
a
sensation
of
her
innermost
heart
,
that
she
never
could
imagine
revealing
it
to
any
living
creature
,
and
she
had
besides
so
surrendered
her
judgment
to
her
idol
,
that
no
thought
could
ever
cross
her
that
he
had
enjoined
what
was
wrong
.
Her
heart
and
soul
were
his
alone
,
and
she
left
the
future
to
him
without
an
independent
desire
or
reflection
.
All
the
embarrassments
and
discomforts
which
her
secret
occasioned
her
were
met
willingly
for
his
sake
,
and
these
were
not
a
few
,
though
time
had
given
her
more
self-command
,
or
,
perhaps
,
more
properly
speaking
,
had
hardened
her
.
She
always
had
a
dread
of
tête-à-têtes
and
conversations
over
novels
,
and
these
were
apt
to
be
unavoidable
when
Eveleen
was
at
Hollywell
.
The
twilight
wanderings
on
the
terrace
were
a
daily
habit
,
and
Eveleen
almost
always
paired
with
her
.
On
this
evening
in
particular
Laura
was
made
very
uncomfortable
by
Eveleen
's
declaring
that
it
was
positively
impossible
and
unnatural
that
the
good
heroine
of
some
novel
should
have
concealed
her
engagement
from
her
parents
.
Laura
could
not
help
saying
that
there
might
be
many
excuses
;
then
afraid
that
she
was
exciting
suspicion
,
changed
the
subject
in
great
haste
,
and
tried
to
make
Eveleen
come
indoors
,
telling
her
she
would
tire
herself
to
death
,
and
vexed
by
her
cousin
's
protestations
that
the
fresh
cool
air
did
her
good
.
Besides
,
Eveleen
was
looking
with
attentive
eyes
at
another
pair
who
were
slowly
walking
up
and
down
the
shady
walk
that
bordered
the
grass-plot
,
and
now
and
then
standing
still
to
enjoy
the
subdued
silence
of
the
summer
evening
,
and
the
few
distant
sounds
that
marked
the
perfect
lull
.
'
How
calm
,
—
how
beautiful
!
'
murmured
Amabel
.
'
It
only
wants
the
low
solemn
surge
and
ripple
of
the
tide
,
and
its
dash
on
the
rocks
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
If
ever
there
was
music
,
it
is
there
;
but
it
makes
one
think
what
the
ear
must
be
that
can
take
in
the
whole
of
those
harmonies
.
'
'
How
I
should
like
to
hear
it
!
'
'
And
see
it
.
O
Amy
!
to
show
you
the
sunny
sea
,
—
the
sense
of
breadth
and
vastness
in
that
pale
clear
horizon
line
,
and
the
infinite
number
of
fields
of
light
between
you
and
it
,
—
and
the
free
feeling
as
you
stand
on
some
high
crag
,
the
wind
blowing
in
your
face
across
half
the
globe
,
and
the
waves
dashing
far
below
!
I
am
growing
quite
thirsty
for
the
sea
.
'
'
You
know
,
papa
said
something
about
your
taking
your
reading-party
to
Redclyffe
.
'
'
True
;
but
I
do
n't
think
Markham
would
like
it
,
and
it
would
put
old
Mrs.
Drew
into
no
end
of
a
fuss
.
'
'
Not
like
to
have
you
?
'
'
O
yes
,
I
should
be
all
very
well
;
but
if
they
heard
I
was
bringing
three
or
four
men
with
me
,
they
would
think
them
regular
wild
beasts
.
They
would
be
in
an
awful
fright
.
Besides
,
it
is
so
long
since
I
have
been
at
home
,
that
I
do
n't
altogether
fancy
going
there
till
I
settle
there
for
good
.
'
'
Ah
!
it
will
be
sad
going
there
at
first
.
'
'
And
it
has
not
been
my
duty
yet
.
'
'
But
you
will
be
glad
when
you
get
there
?
'
'
Sha'
n't
I
?
I
wonder
if
any
one
has
been
to
shoot
the
rabbits
on
the
Shag
rock
.
They
must
have
quite
overrun
it
by
this
time
.
But
I
do
n't
like
the
notion
of
the
first
day
.
There
is
not
only
the
great
change
,
but
a
stranger
at
the
vicarage
.
'
'
Do
you
know
anything
about
the
new
clergyman
?
I
believe
Mrs.
Ashford
is
a
connexion
of
Lady
Thorndale
's
?
'
'
Yes
;
Thorndale
calls
them
pattern
people
,
and
I
have
no
doubt
they
will
do
great
good
in
the
parish
.
I
am
sure
we
want
some
enlightenment
,
for
we
are
a
most
primitive
race
,
and
something
beyond
Jenny
Robinson
's
dame
school
would
do
us
no
harm
.
'
Here
Mr.
Edmonstone
called
from
the
window
that
they
must
come
in
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
thought
deeply
that
night
.
She
had
not
forgotten
her
notion
that
Eveleen
was
attracted
by
Guy
's
manners
,
and
had
been
curious
to
see
what
would
happen
when
Eveleen
was
sent
to
Hollywell
for
country
air
.
She
had
a
very
good
opinion
of
Lady
Eveleen
.
Since
the
former
visit
,
she
had
shown
more
spirit
of
improvement
,
and
laid
aside
many
little
follies
;
she
had
put
herself
under
Laura
's
guidance
,
and
tamed
down
into
what
gave
the
promise
of
a
sensible
woman
,
more
than
anything
that
had
hitherto
been
observed
in
her
;
and
little
addicted
to
match-making
as
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
,
she
could
not
help
thinking
that
Eva
was
almost
worthy
of
her
dear
Guy
(
she
never
could
expect
to
find
any
one
she
should
think
quite
worthy
of
him
,
he
was
too
like
one
of
her
own
children
for
that
)
,
and
on
the
other
hand
,
how
delighted
Lord
and
Lady
Kilcoran
would
be
.
It
was
a
very
pretty
castle
in
the
air
;
but
in
the
midst
of
it
,
the
notion
suddenly
darted
into
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
head
,
that
while
she
was
thinking
of
it
,
it
was
Amy
,
not
Eveleen
,
who
was
constantly
with
Guy
.
Reading
and
music
,
roses
,
botany
,
and
walks
on
the
terrace
!
She
looked
back
,
and
it
was
still
the
same
.
Last
Easter
vacation
,
how
they
used
to
study
the
stars
in
the
evening
,
to
linger
in
the
greenhouse
in
the
morning
,
nursing
the
geraniums
,
and
to
practise
singing
over
the
school-room
piano
;
how
,
in
a
long
walk
,
they
always
paired
together
;
and
how
they
seemed
to
share
every
pursuit
or
pleasure
.
Now
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
extremely
fond
of
Guy
,
and
trusted
him
entirely
;
but
she
thought
she
ought
to
consider
how
far
this
should
be
allowed
.
Feeling
that
he
ought
to
see
more
of
the
world
,
she
had
sent
him
as
much
as
she
could
into
society
,
but
it
had
only
made
him
cling
closer
to
home
.
Still
he
was
but
twenty
,
it
was
only
a
country
neighbourhood
,
and
there
was
much
more
for
him
to
see
before
he
could
fairly
be
supposed
to
know
his
own
mind
.
She
knew
he
would
act
honourably
;
but
she
had
a
horror
of
letting
him
entangle
himself
with
her
daughter
before
he
was
fairly
able
to
judge
of
his
own
feelings
.
Or
,
if
this
was
only
behaving
with
a
brother
's
freedom
and
confidence
,
Mrs.
Edmonstone
felt
it
was
not
safe
for
her
poor
little
Amy
,
who
might
learn
so
to
depend
on
him
as
to
miss
him
grievously
when
this
intimacy
ceased
,
as
it
must
when
he
settled
at
his
own
home
.
It
would
be
right
,
while
it
was
still
time
,
to
make
her
remember
that
they
were
not
brother
and
sister
,
and
by
checking
their
present
happy
,
careless
confidential
intercourse
,
to
save
her
from
the
chill
which
seemed
to
have
been
cast
on
Laura
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
the
more
anxious
,
because
she
deeply
regretted
not
having
been
sufficiently
watchful
in
Laura
's
case
,
and
perhaps
she
felt
an
unacknowledged
conviction
that
if
there
was
real
love
on
Guy
's
part
it
would
not
be
hurt
by
a
little
reserve
on
Amy
's
.
Yet
to
have
to
speak
to
her
little
innocent
daughter
on
such
a
matter
disturbed
her
so
much
,
that
she
could
hardly
have
set
about
it
,
if
Amy
had
not
,
at
that
very
moment
,
knocked
at
her
door
.
'
My
dear
,
what
has
kept
you
up
so
late
?
'
'
We
have
been
sitting
in
Eveleen
's
room
,
mamma
,
hearing
about
her
London
life
;
and
then
we
began
to
settle
our
plans
for
to-morrow
,
and
I
came
to
ask
what
you
think
of
them
.
You
know
Guy
has
promised
to
go
and
hear
the
East-hill
singing
,
and
we
were
proposing
,
if
you
did
not
mind
it
,
to
take
the
pony-carriage
and
the
donkey
,
and
go
in
the
morning
to
Easthill
,
have
luncheon
,
and
get
Mary
to
go
with
us
to
the
top
of
the
great
down
,
where
we
have
never
been
.
Guy
has
been
wanting
us
,
for
a
long
time
past
,
to
go
and
see
the
view
,
and
saying
there
is
a
track
quite
smooth
enough
to
drive
Charlie
to
the
top
.
'
Amy
wondered
at
her
mother
's
look
of
hesitation
.
In
fact
,
the
scheme
was
so
accordant
with
their
usual
habits
that
it
was
impossible
to
find
any
objection
;
yet
it
all
hinged
on
Guy
,
and
the
appointment
at
East-hill
might
lead
to
a
great
many
more
.
'
Do
you
wish
us
to
do
anything
else
,
mamma
?
We
do
n't
care
about
it
.
'
'
No
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
'
I
see
no
reason
against
it
.
But
—
'
and
she
felt
as
if
she
was
making
a
desperate
plunge
,
'
there
is
something
I
want
to
say
to
you
.
'
Amy
stood
ready
to
hear
,
but
Mrs.
Edmonstone
paused
.
Another
effort
,
and
she
spoke
:
—
'
Amy
,
my
dear
,
I
do
n't
wish
to
find
fault
,
but
I
thought
of
advising
you
to
take
care
.
About
Guy
—
'
The
very
brilliant
pink
which
instantly
overspread
Amy
's
face
made
her
mother
think
her
warning
more
expedient
.
'
You
have
been
spending
a
great
deal
of
time
with
him
of
late
,
very
sensibly
and
pleasantly
,
I
know
;
I
do
n't
blame
you
at
all
,
my
dear
,
so
you
need
not
look
distressed
.
I
only
want
you
to
be
careful
.
You
know
,
though
we
call
him
cousin
,
he
is
scarcely
a
relation
at
all
.
'
'
O
mamma
,
do
n't
go
on
,
'
said
poor
little
Amy
,
hurriedly
;
'
indeed
I
am
very
sorry
!
'
For
Amy
understood
that
it
was
imputed
to
her
that
she
had
been
forward
and
unmaidenly
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
saw
her
extreme
distress
,
and
grieved
at
the
pain
she
had
inflicted
,
tried
to
reassure
her
as
much
as
might
be
safe
.
'
Indeed
,
my
dear
,
you
have
done
nothing
amiss
.
I
only
intended
to
tell
you
to
be
cautious
for
fear
you
should
get
into
a
way
of
going
on
which
might
not
look
well
.
Do
n't
make
any
great
difference
,
I
only
meant
that
there
should
not
be
quite
so
much
singing
and
gardening
alone
with
him
,
or
walking
in
the
garden
in
the
evening
.
You
can
manage
to
draw
back
a
little
,
so
as
to
keep
more
with
me
or
with
Laura
,
and
I
think
that
will
be
the
best
way
.
'
Every
word
,
no
matter
what
,
increased
the
burning
of
poor
Amy
's
cheeks
.
A
broad
accusation
of
flirting
would
have
been
less
distressing
to
many
girls
than
this
mild
and
delicate
warning
was
to
one
of
such
shrinking
modesty
and
maidenly
feeling
.
She
had
a
sort
of
consciousness
that
she
enjoyed
partaking
in
his
pursuits
,
and
this
made
her
sense
of
confusion
and
shame
overwhelming
.
What
had
she
been
thoughtlessly
doing
?
She
could
not
speak
,
she
could
not
look
.
Her
mother
put
her
arm
round
her
,
and
Amy
hid
her
head
on
her
shoulder
,
and
held
her
fast
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
kissed
and
caressed
the
little
fluttering
bird
,
then
saying
,
'
Good
night
,
my
own
dear
child
,
'
unloosed
her
embrace
.
'
Good
night
,
dear
mamma
,
'
whispered
Amy
.
'
I
am
very
sorry
.
'
'
You
need
not
be
sorry
,
my
dear
,
only
be
careful
.
Good
night
.
'
And
it
would
be
hard
to
say
whether
the
mother
or
the
daughter
had
the
hottest
cheeks
.
Poor
little
Amy
!
what
was
her
dismay
as
she
asked
herself
,
again
and
again
,
what
she
had
been
doing
and
what
she
was
to
do
?
The
last
was
plain
,
—
she
knew
what
was
right
,
and
to
it
she
must
.
There
would
be
an
end
of
much
that
was
pleasant
,
and
a
fresh
glow
came
over
her
as
she
owned
how
very
,
very
pleasant
;
but
if
it
was
not
quite
the
thing
,
—
if
mamma
did
not
approve
,
so
it
must
be
.
True
,
all
her
doings
received
their
zest
from
Guy
,
—
her
heart
bounded
at
the
very
sound
of
his
whistle
,
she
always
heard
his
words
through
all
the
din
of
a
whole
party
,
—
nothing
was
complete
without
him
,
nothing
good
without
his
approval
,
—
but
so
much
the
more
shame
for
her
.
It
was
a
kind
of
seeking
him
,
which
was
of
all
things
the
most
shocking
.
So
there
should
be
an
end
of
it
,
—
never
mind
the
rest
!
Amy
knelt
down
,
and
prayed
that
she
might
keep
her
resolution
.
She
did
not
know
how
much
of
her
severity
towards
herself
was
learned
from
the
example
that
had
been
two
years
before
her
.
Nor
did
she
think
whether
the
seeking
had
been
mutual
;
she
imagined
it
all
her
own
doing
,
and
did
not
guess
that
she
would
give
pain
to
Guy
by
withdrawing
herself
from
him
.
The
morning
gave
vigour
to
her
resolution
,
and
when
Laura
came
to
ask
what
mamma
thought
of
their
project
,
Amy
looked
confused
—
said
she
did
not
know
—
she
believed
it
would
not
do
.
But
just
then
in
came
her
mother
,
to
say
she
had
been
considering
of
the
expedition
,
and
meant
to
join
it
herself
.
Amy
understood
,
blushed
,
and
was
silently
grateful
.
When
Laura
wanted
to
alter
her
demeanour
towards
Guy
,
being
perfectly
cool
,
and
not
in
the
least
conscious
,
she
had
acted
with
great
judgment
,
seen
exactly
what
to
do
,
and
what
to
leave
undone
,
so
as
to
keep
up
appearances
.
But
it
was
not
so
with
Amy
.
She
was
afraid
of
herself
,
and
was
in
extremes
.
She
would
not
come
down
till
the
last
moment
,
that
there
might
be
no
talking
in
the
window
.
She
hardly
spoke
at
breakfast-time
,
and
adhered
closely
to
Laura
and
Eveleen
when
they
wandered
in
the
garden
.
Presently
Charles
looked
out
from
the
dressing-room
window
,
calling
,
—
'
Amy
,
Guy
is
ready
to
read
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
come
.
Read
without
me
,
'
she
answered
,
hoping
Charlie
would
not
be
vexed
,
and
feeling
her
face
light
up
again
.
The
hour
for
the
expedition
came
,
and
Amy
set
off
walking
with
Laura
,
because
Guy
was
with
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
but
presently
,
after
holding
open
a
gate
for
Charlotte
,
who
was
on
the
donkey
,
he
came
up
to
the
sisters
,
and
joined
in
the
conversation
.
Amy
saw
something
in
the
hedge
—
a
foxglove
,
she
believed
—
it
would
have
done
as
well
if
it
had
been
a
nettle
—
she
stopped
to
gather
it
,
hoping
to
fall
behind
them
,
but
they
waited
for
her
.
She
grew
silent
,
but
Guy
appealed
to
her
.
She
ran
on
to
Charlotte
and
her
donkey
,
but
at
the
next
gate
Guy
had
joined
company
again
.
At
last
she
put
herself
under
her
mother
's
wing
,
and
by
keeping
with
her
did
pretty
well
all
the
time
she
was
at
East
Hill
.
But
when
they
went
on
,
she
was
riding
the
donkey
,
and
it
,
as
donkeys
always
are
,
was
resolved
on
keeping
a-head
of
the
walkers
,
so
that
as
Guy
kept
by
her
side
,
it
was
a
more
absolute
têle-à-tête
than
ever
.
At
the
top
of
the
hill
they
found
a
fine
view
,
rich
and
extensive
,
broad
woods
,
fields
waving
with
silvery
barley
,
trim
meadows
,
fair
hazy
blue
distance
,
and
a
dim
line
of
sea
beyond
.
This
,
as
Amy
knew
,
was
Guy
's
delight
;
and
further
,
what
she
would
not
tell
herself
,
was
that
he
chiefly
cared
for
showing
it
to
her
.
It
was
so
natural
to
call
him
to
admire
everything
beautiful
,
and
ask
if
it
was
equal
to
Redclyffe
,
that
she
found
herself
already
turning
to
him
to
participate
in
his
pleasure
,
as
he
pointed
out
all
that
was
to
be
seen
;
but
she
recollected
,
blushed
,
and
left
her
mother
to
speak
.
He
had
much
to
show
.
There
was
a
hanging
wood
on
one
side
of
the
hill
,
whence
he
had
brought
her
more
than
one
botanical
prize
,
and
she
must
now
visit
their
native
haunts
.
It
was
too
great
a
scramble
for
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
with
all
her
good
will
;
Eveleen
was
to
be
kept
still
,
and
not
to
tire
herself
;
Laura
did
not
care
for
botany
,
nor
love
brambles
;
and
Amy
was
obliged
to
stand
and
look
into
the
wood
,
saying
,
'
No
,
thank
you
,
I
do
n't
think
I
can
,
'
and
then
run
back
to
Mary
and
Charles
;
while
Charlotte
was
loudly
calling
out
that
it
was
delightful
fun
,
and
that
she
was
very
stupid
.
In
another
minute
Guy
had
overtaken
her
,
and
in
his
gentle
,
persuasive
voice
,
was
telling
her
it
was
very
easy
,
and
she
must
come
and
see
the
bird's-nest
orchises
.
She
would
have
liked
it
above
all
things
,
but
she
thought
it
very
kind
of
Guy
not
to
seem
angry
when
she
said
,
'
No
,
thank
you
.
'
Mary
,
after
what
she
had
seen
yesterday
,
could
not
guess
at
the
real
reason
,
or
she
would
have
come
with
her
;
but
she
thought
Amy
was
tired
,
and
would
rather
not
.
Poor
Amy
was
tired
,
very
tired
,
before
the
walk
was
over
,
but
her
weary
looks
made
it
worse
,
for
Guy
offered
her
his
arm
.
'
No
,
thank
you
,
'
she
said
,
'
I
am
getting
on
very
well
;
'
and
she
trudged
on
resolutely
,
for
her
mother
was
in
the
carriage
,
and
to
lag
behind
the
others
would
surely
make
him
keep
with
her
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
very
sorry
for
her
fatigue
,
but
Amy
found
it
a
good
excuse
for
not
wandering
in
the
garden
,
or
joining
in
the
music
.
It
had
been
a
very
uncomfortable
day
;
she
hoped
she
had
done
right
;
at
any
rate
,
she
had
the
peaceful
conviction
of
having
tried
to
do
so
.
The
next
day
,
Amy
was
steady
to
her
resolution
.
No
reading
with
the
two
youths
,
though
Charles
scolded
her
;
sitting
in
her
room
till
Guy
was
gone
out
,
going
indoors
as
soon
as
she
heard
him
return
,
and
in
the
evening
,
staying
with
Charles
when
her
sisters
and
cousins
went
out
;
but
this
did
not
answer
,
for
Guy
came
and
sat
by
them
.
She
moved
away
as
soon
as
possible
,
though
very
unwillingly
;
but
the
more
inclined
she
was
to
linger
,
the
more
she
thought
she
ought
to
go
;
so
,
murmuring
something
about
looking
for
Laura
,
she
threw
on
her
scarf
,
and
sprung
to
the
window
.
Her
muslin
caught
on
the
bolt
,
she
turned
,
Guy
was
already
disentangling
it
,
and
she
met
his
eye
.
It
was
full
of
anxious
,
pleading
inquiry
,
which
to
her
seemed
upbraiding
,
and
,
not
knowing
what
to
do
,
she
exclaimed
,
hurriedly
,
'
Thank
you
;
no
harm
done
!
'
and
darted
into
the
garden
,
frightened
to
feel
her
face
glowing
and
her
heart
throbbing
.
She
could
not
help
looking
back
to
see
if
he
was
following
.
No
,
he
was
not
attempting
it
;
he
was
leaning
against
the
window
,
and
on
she
hastened
,
the
perception
dawning
on
her
that
she
was
hurting
him
;
he
might
think
her
rude
,
unkind
,
capricious
,
he
who
had
always
been
so
kind
to
her
,
and
when
he
was
going
away
so
soon
.
'
But
it
is
right
;
it
must
be
done
,
'
said
little
Amy
to
herself
,
standing
still
,
now
that
she
was
out
of
sight
.
'
If
I
was
wrong
before
,
I
must
bear
it
now
,
and
he
will
see
the
rights
of
it
sooner
or
later
.
The
worst
of
all
would
be
my
not
doing
the
very
most
right
to
please
anybody
.
Besides
,
he
ca
n't
really
care
for
missing
silly
little
Amy
when
he
has
mamma
and
Charlie
.
And
he
is
going
away
,
so
it
will
be
easier
to
begin
right
when
he
comes
back
.
Be
that
as
it
may
,
it
must
be
done
.
I
'll
get
Charlie
to
tell
me
what
he
was
saying
about
the
painted
glass
.
'
CHAPTER
XIII
.
Oh
,
thou
child
of
many
prayers
!
Life
hath
quicksands
—
life
hath
snares
!
Care
and
age
come
unawares
.
Like
the
swell
of
some
sweet
tune
,
Morning
rises
into
noon
,
May
glides
onward
into
June
.
Longfellow
.
'
What
is
the
matter
with
Amy
?
What
makes
her
so
odd
?
'
asked
Charles
,
as
his
mother
came
to
wish
him
good
night
.
'
Poor
little
dear
!
do
n't
take
any
notice
,
'
was
all
the
answer
he
received
;
and
seeing
that
he
was
to
be
told
no
more
,
he
held
his
peace
.
Laura
understood
without
being
told
.
She
,
too
,
had
thought
Guy
and
Amy
were
a
great
deal
together
,
and
combining
various
observations
,
she
perceived
that
her
mother
must
have
given
Amy
a
caution
.
She
therefore
set
herself
,
like
a
good
sister
,
to
shelter
Amy
as
much
as
she
could
,
save
her
from
awkward
situations
,
and
,
above
all
,
to
prevent
her
altered
manner
from
being
remarked
.
This
was
the
less
difficult
,
as
Eveleen
was
subdued
and
languid
,
and
more
inclined
to
lie
on
the
sofa
and
read
,
than
to
look
out
for
mirth
.
As
to
poor
little
Amy
,
her
task
was
in
one
way
become
less
hard
,
for
Guy
had
ceased
to
haunt
her
,
and
seemed
to
make
it
his
business
to
avoid
all
that
could
cause
her
embarrassment
;
but
in
another
way
it
hurt
her
much
more
,
for
she
now
saw
the
pain
she
was
causing
.
If
obliged
to
do
anything
for
her
,
he
would
give
a
look
as
if
to
ask
pardon
,
and
then
her
rebellious
heart
would
so
throb
with
joy
as
to
cause
her
dismay
at
having
let
herself
fall
into
so
hateful
a
habit
as
wishing
to
attract
attention
.
What
a
struggle
it
was
not
to
obey
the
impulse
of
turning
to
him
for
the
smile
with
which
he
would
greet
anything
in
conversation
that
interested
them
both
,
and
how
wrong
she
thought
it
not
to
be
more
consoled
when
she
saw
him
talking
to
Eveleen
,
or
to
any
of
the
others
,
as
if
he
was
doing
very
well
without
her
.
This
did
not
often
happen
;
he
was
evidently
out
of
spirits
,
and
thoughtful
,
and
Amy
was
afraid
some
storm
might
be
gathering
respecting
Mr.
Sebastian
Dixon
,
about
whom
there
always
seemed
to
be
some
uncomfortable
mystery
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
saw
everything
,
and
said
nothing
,
She
was
very
sorry
for
them
both
,
but
she
could
not
interfere
,
and
could
only
hope
she
had
done
right
,
and
protected
Amy
as
far
as
she
was
able
.
She
was
vexed
now
and
then
to
see
Eveleen
give
knowing
smiles
and
significant
glances
,
feared
that
she
guessed
what
was
going
on
,
and
wondered
whether
to
give
her
a
hint
not
to
add
to
Amy
's
confusion
;
but
her
great
dislike
to
enter
on
such
a
subject
prevailed
,
and
she
left
things
to
take
their
course
,
thinking
that
,
for
once
,
Guy
's
departure
would
be
a
relief
.
The
approach
of
anything
in
the
shape
of
a
party
of
pleasure
was
one
of
the
best
cures
for
Eveleen
's
ailments
,
and
the
evening
before
Mary
's
tea-drinking
,
she
was
in
high
spirits
,
laughing
and
talking
a
great
deal
,
and
addressing
herself
chiefly
to
Guy
.
He
exerted
himself
to
answer
,
but
it
did
not
come
with
life
and
spirit
,
his
countenance
did
not
light
up
,
and
at
last
Eveleen
said
,
'
Ah
!
I
see
I
am
a
dreadful
bore
.
I
'll
go
away
,
and
leave
you
to
repose
.
'
'
Lady
Eveleen
!
'
he
exclaimed
,
in
consternation
;
'
what
have
I
been
doing
—
what
have
I
been
thinking
of
?
'
'
Nay
,
that
is
best
known
to
yourself
,
though
I
think
perhaps
I
could
divine
,
'
said
she
,
with
that
archness
and
grace
that
always
seemed
to
remove
the
unfavourable
impression
that
her
proceedings
might
have
given
.
'
Shall
I
?
'
'
No
,
no
,
'
he
answered
,
colouring
crimson
,
and
then
trying
to
laugh
off
his
confusion
,
and
find
some
answer
,
but
without
success
;
and
Eveleen
,
perceiving
her
aunt
's
eyes
were
upon
her
,
suddenly
recollected
that
she
had
gone
quite
as
far
as
decorum
allowed
,
and
made
as
masterly
a
retreat
as
the
circumstances
permitted
.
'
Well
,
I
have
always
thought
a
'
penny
for
your
thoughts
'
the
boldest
offer
in
the
world
,
and
now
it
is
proved
.
'
This
scene
made
Mrs.
Edmonstone
doubly
annoyed
,
the
next
morning
,
at
waking
with
a
disabling
headache
,
which
made
it
quite
impossible
for
her
to
attempt
going
to
Mary
Ross
's
fête
.
With
great
sincerity
,
Amy
entreated
to
be
allowed
to
remain
at
home
,
but
she
thought
it
would
only
be
making
the
change
more
remarkable
;
she
did
not
wish
Mary
to
be
disappointed
;
among
so
many
ladies
,
Amy
could
easily
avoid
getting
into
difficulties
;
while
Laura
would
,
she
trusted
,
be
able
to
keep
Eveleen
in
order
.
The
day
was
sunny
,
and
all
went
off
to
admiration
.
The
gentlemen
presided
over
the
cricket
,
and
the
ladies
over
'
blind-man
's
buff
'
and
'
thread
my
needle
;
'
but
perhaps
Mary
was
a
little
disappointed
that
,
though
she
had
Sir
Guy
's
bodily
presence
,
the
peculiar
blitheness
and
animation
which
he
usually
shed
around
him
were
missing
.
He
sung
at
church
,
he
filled
tiny
cups
from
huge
pitchers
of
tea
,
he
picked
up
and
pacified
a
screaming
child
that
had
tumbled
off
a
gate
—
he
was
as
good-natured
and
useful
as
possible
,
but
he
was
not
his
joyous
and
brilliant
self
.
Amy
devoted
herself
to
the
smallest
fry
,
played
assiduously
for
three
quarters
of
an
hour
with
a
fat
,
grave
boy
of
three
,
who
stood
about
a
yard-and-a-half
from
her
,
solemnly
throwing
a
ball
into
her
lap
,
and
never
catching
it
again
,
took
charge
of
many
caps
and
bonnets
,
and
walked
about
with
Louisa
Harper
,
a
companion
whom
no
one
envied
her
.
In
conclusion
,
the
sky
clouded
over
,
it
became
chilly
,
and
a
shower
began
to
fall
.
Laura
pursued
Eveleen
,
and
Amy
hunted
up
Charlotte
from
the
utmost
parts
of
the
field
,
where
she
was
the
very
centre
of
'
winding
up
the
clock
,
'
and
,
sorely
against
her
will
,
dragged
her
off
the
wet
grass
.
About
sixty
yards
from
the
house
,
Guy
met
them
with
an
umbrella
,
which
,
without
speaking
,
he
gave
to
Charlotte
.
Amy
said
,
'
Thank
you
,
'
and
again
came
that
look
.
Charlotte
rattled
on
,
and
hung
back
to
talk
to
Guy
,
so
that
Amy
could
not
hasten
on
without
leaving
her
shelterless
.
It
may
be
believed
that
she
had
the
conversation
to
herself
.
At
the
door
they
met
Mary
and
her
father
,
going
to
dismiss
their
flock
,
who
had
taken
refuge
in
a
cart-shed
at
the
other
end
of
the
field
.
Guy
asked
if
he
could
be
of
any
use
;
Mr.
Ross
said
no
;
and
Mary
begged
Amy
and
Charlotte
to
go
up
to
her
room
,
and
change
their
wet
shoes
.
There
,
Amy
would
fain
have
stayed
,
flushed
and
agitated
as
those
looks
made
her
;
but
Charlotte
was
in
wild
spirits
,
delighted
at
having
been
caught
in
the
rain
,
and
obliged
to
wear
shoes
a
mile
too
large
,
and
eager
to
go
and
share
the
fun
in
the
drawing-room
.
There
,
in
the
twilight
,
they
found
a
mass
of
young
ladies
herded
together
,
making
a
confused
sound
of
laughter
and
giggling
,
while
,
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
Amy
could
just
see
Guy
sitting
alone
in
a
dark
corner
.
Charlotte
's
tongue
was
soon
the
loudest
in
the
medley
,
to
which
Amy
did
not
at
first
attend
,
till
she
heard
Charlotte
saying
,
—
'
Ah
!
you
should
hear
Guy
sing
that
.
'
'
What
?
'
she
whispered
,
to
Eveleen
.
"
The
Land
of
the
Leal
,
"
was
the
answer
.
'
I
wish
he
would
sing
it
now
,
'
said
Ellen
Harper
.
'
This
darkness
would
be
just
the
time
for
music
,
'
said
Eveleen
;
'
it
is
quite
a
witching
time
.
'
'
Why
do
n't
you
ask
him
?
'
said
Ellen
.
'
Come
,
Charlotte
,
there
's
a
good
girl
,
go
and
ask
him
.
'
'
Shall
I
?
'
said
Charlotte
,
whispering
and
giggling
with
an
affectation
of
shyness
.
'
No
,
no
,
Charlotte
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
No
!
why
not
?
'
said
Eveleen
.
'
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
Charlotte
.
'
'
He
is
so
grave
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
Eveleen
had
been
growing
wilder
and
less
guarded
all
day
,
and
now
,
partly
liking
to
teaze
and
surprise
the
others
,
and
partly
emboldened
by
the
darkness
,
she
answered
,
—
'
It
will
do
him
all
manner
of
good
.
Here
,
Charlotte
,
I
'll
tell
you
how
to
make
him
.
Tell
him
Amy
wants
him
to
do
it
.
'
'
Ay
!
tell
him
so
,
'
cried
Ellen
,
and
they
laughed
in
a
manner
that
overpowered
Amy
with
horror
and
shyness
.
She
sprung
to
seize
Charlotte
,
and
stop
her
;
she
could
not
speak
,
but
Louisa
Harper
caught
her
arm
,
and
Laura
's
grave
orders
were
drowned
in
a
universal
titter
,
and
suppressed
exclamation
,
—
'
Go
,
Charlotte
,
go
;
we
will
never
forgive
you
if
you
do
n't
!
'
'
Stop
!
'
Amy
struggled
to
cry
,
breaking
from
Louisa
,
and
springing
up
in
a
sort
of
agony
.
Guy
,
who
had
such
a
horror
of
singing
anything
,
deep
in
pathos
or
religious
feeling
,
to
mixed
or
unfit
auditors
,
asked
to
do
so
in
her
name
!
'
Stop
!
oh
,
Charlotte
!
'
It
was
too
late
;
Charlotte
,
thoughtless
with
merriment
,
amused
at
vexing
Laura
,
set
up
with
applause
,
and
confident
in
Guy
's
good
nature
,
had
come
to
him
,
and
was
saying
,
—
'
Oh
Guy
!
Amy
wants
you
to
come
and
sing
us
the
'
Land
of
the
Leal
.
'
'
Amy
saw
him
start
up
.
What
did
he
think
of
her
?
Oh
,
what
?
He
stepped
towards
them
.
The
silly
girls
cowered
as
if
they
had
roused
a
lion
.
His
voice
was
not
loud
—
it
was
almost
as
gentle
as
usual
;
but
it
quivered
,
as
if
it
was
hard
to
keep
it
so
,
and
,
as
well
as
she
could
see
,
his
face
was
rigid
and
stern
as
iron
.
'
Did
you
wish
it
?
'
he
said
,
addressing
himself
to
her
,
as
if
she
was
the
only
person
present
.
Her
breath
was
almost
gone
.
'
Oh
!
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
she
faltered
.
She
could
not
exculpate
herself
;
she
saw
it
looked
like
an
idle
,
almost
an
indecorous
trick
,
unkind
,
everything
abhorrent
to
her
and
to
him
,
especially
in
the
present
state
of
things
.
His
eyes
were
on
her
,
his
head
bent
towards
her
;
he
waited
for
an
answer
.
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
was
all
she
could
say
.
There
was
—
yes
,
there
was
—
one
of
those
fearful
flashes
of
his
kindling
eye
.
She
felt
as
if
she
was
shrinking
to
nothing
;
she
heard
him
say
,
in
a
low
,
hoarse
tone
,
'
I
am
afraid
I
cannot
;
'
then
Mr.
Ross
,
Mary
,
lights
came
in
;
there
was
a
bustle
and
confusion
,
and
when
next
she
was
clearly
conscious
,
Laura
was
ordering
the
carriage
.
When
it
came
,
there
was
an
inquiry
for
Sir
Guy
.
'
He
is
gone
home
,
'
said
Mr.
Ross
.
'
I
met
him
in
the
passage
,
and
wished
him
good
night
.
'
Mr.
Ross
did
not
add
what
he
afterwards
told
his
daughter
,
that
Guy
seemed
not
to
know
whether
it
was
raining
or
not
;
that
he
had
put
an
umbrella
into
his
hand
,
and
seen
him
march
off
at
full
speed
,
through
the
pouring
rain
,
with
it
under
his
arm
.
The
ladies
entered
the
carriage
.
Amy
leant
back
in
her
corner
;
Laura
forebore
to
scold
either
Eveleen
or
Charlotte
till
she
could
have
them
separately
;
Eveleen
was
silent
,
because
she
was
dismayed
at
the
effect
she
had
produced
,
and
Charlotte
,
because
she
knew
there
was
a
scolding
impending
over
her
.
They
found
no
one
in
the
drawing-room
but
Mr.
Edmonstone
and
Charles
,
who
said
they
had
heard
the
door
open
,
and
Guy
run
up-stairs
,
but
they
supposed
he
was
wet
through
,
as
had
not
made
his
appearance
.
It
was
very
inhospitable
in
the
girls
not
to
have
made
room
for
him
in
the
carriage
.
Amy
went
to
see
how
her
mother
was
,
longing
to
tell
her
whole
trouble
,
but
found
her
asleep
,
and
was
obliged
to
leave
it
till
the
morrow
.
Poor
child
,
she
slept
very
little
,
but
she
would
not
go
to
her
mother
before
breakfast
,
lest
she
should
provoke
the
headache
into
staying
another
day
.
Guy
was
going
by
the
train
at
twelve
o'clock
,
and
she
was
resolved
that
something
should
be
done
;
so
,
as
soon
as
her
father
had
wished
Guy
good
bye
,
and
ridden
off
to
his
justice
meeting
,
she
entreated
her
mother
to
come
into
the
dressing-room
,
and
hear
what
she
had
to
say
.
'
Oh
,
mamma
!
the
most
dreadful
thing
has
happened
!
'
and
,
hiding
her
face
,
she
told
her
story
,
ending
with
a
burst
of
weeping
as
she
said
how
Guy
was
displeased
.
'
And
well
he
might
be
!
That
after
all
that
has
vexed
him
this
week
,
I
should
teaze
him
with
such
a
trick
.
Oh
,
mamma
!
what
must
he
think
?
'
'
My
dear
,
there
was
a
great
deal
of
silliness
;
but
you
need
not
treat
it
as
if
it
was
so
very
shocking
.
'
'
Oh
,
but
it
hurt
him
!
He
was
angry
,
and
now
I
know
how
it
is
,
he
is
angry
with
himself
for
being
angry
.
Oh
,
how
foolish
I
have
been
!
What
shall
I
do
?
'
'
Perhaps
we
can
let
him
know
it
was
not
your
fault
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
thinking
it
might
be
very
salutary
for
Charlotte
to
send
her
to
confess
.
'
Do
you
think
so
?
'
cried
Amy
,
eagerly
.
'
Oh
!
that
would
make
it
all
comfortable
.
Only
it
was
partly
mine
,
for
not
keeping
Charlotte
in
better
order
,
and
we
must
not
throw
it
all
on
her
and
Eveleen
.
You
think
we
may
tell
him
?
'
'
I
think
he
ought
not
to
be
allowed
to
fancy
you
let
your
name
be
so
used
.
'
A
message
came
for
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
and
while
she
was
attending
to
it
,
Amy
hastened
away
,
fully
believing
that
her
mother
had
authorized
her
to
go
and
explain
it
to
Guy
,
and
ask
his
pardon
.
It
was
what
she
thought
the
natural
thing
to
do
,
and
she
was
soon
by
his
side
,
as
she
saw
him
pacing
,
with
folded
arms
,
under
the
wall
.
Much
had
lately
been
passing
in
Guy
's
mind
.
He
had
gone
on
floating
on
the
sunny
stream
of
life
at
Hollywell
,
too
happy
to
observe
its
especial
charm
,
till
the
change
in
Amy
's
manner
cast
a
sudden
gloom
over
all
.
Not
till
then
did
he
understand
his
own
feelings
,
and
recognise
in
her
the
being
he
had
dreamt
of
.
Amy
was
what
made
Hollywell
precious
to
him
.
Sternly
as
he
was
wont
to
treat
his
impulses
,
he
did
not
look
on
his
affection
as
an
earthborn
fancy
,
liable
to
draw
him
from
higher
things
,
and
,
therefore
,
to
be
combated
;
he
deemed
her
rather
a
guide
and
guard
,
whose
love
might
arm
him
,
soothe
him
,
and
encourage
him
.
Yet
he
had
little
hope
,
for
he
did
not
do
justice
to
his
powers
of
inspiring
affection
;
no
one
could
distrust
his
temper
and
his
character
as
much
as
he
did
himself
,
and
with
his
ancestry
and
the
doom
he
believed
attached
to
his
race
,
with
his
own
youth
and
untried
principles
,
with
his
undesirable
connexions
,
and
the
reserve
he
was
obliged
to
exercise
regarding
them
,
he
considered
himself
as
objectionable
a
person
,
as
could
well
be
found
,
as
yet
untouched
by
any
positive
crime
,
and
he
respected
the
Edmonstones
too
much
to
suppose
that
these
disadvantages
could
be
counterbalanced
for
a
moment
by
his
position
;
indeed
,
he
interpreted
Amy
's
coolness
by
supposing
that
there
was
a
desire
to
discourage
his
attentions
.
No
poor
tutor
or
penniless
cousin
ever
felt
he
was
doing
a
more
desperate
thing
in
confessing
an
attachment
,
than
did
Sir
Guy
Morville
when
he
determined
that
all
should
be
told
,
at
the
risk
of
losing
her
for
ever
,
and
closing
against
himself
the
doors
of
his
happy
home
.
It
was
not
right
and
fair
by
her
parents
,
he
thought
,
so
to
regard
their
daughter
,
and
live
in
the
same
house
with
his
sentiments
unavowed
,
and
as
to
Amy
herself
,
if
his
feelings
had
reached
such
a
pitch
of
sensitiveness
that
he
must
needs
behave
like
an
angry
lion
,
because
her
name
had
been
dragged
into
an
idle
joke
,
it
was
high
time
it
should
be
explained
,
unpropitious
as
the
moment
might
be
for
declaring
his
attachment
,
when
he
had
manifested
such
a
temper
as
any
woman
might
dread
.
Thus
he
made
up
his
mind
that
,
come
of
it
what
might
,
he
would
not
leave
Hollywell
that
day
till
the
truth
was
told
.
Just
as
he
was
turning
to
find
Mrs.
Edmonstone
and
'
put
his
fate
to
the
touch
,
'
a
little
figure
stood
beside
him
,
and
Amy
's
own
sweet
,
low
tones
were
saying
,
imploringly
,
—
'
Guy
,
I
wanted
to
tell
you
how
sorry
I
am
you
were
so
teazed
last
night
.
'
'
Do
n't
think
of
it
!
'
said
he
,
taken
extremely
by
surprise
.
'
It
was
our
fault
,
I
could
not
stop
it
;
I
should
have
kept
Charlotte
in
better
order
,
but
they
would
not
let
her
hear
me
.
I
knew
it
was
what
you
dislike
particularly
,
and
I
was
very
sorry
.
'
'
You
—
I
was
—
I
was
.
But
no
matter
now
.
Amy
,
'
he
added
,
earnestly
,
'
may
I
ask
you
to
walk
on
with
me
a
little
way
.
I
must
say
something
to
you
.
'
Was
this
what
'
mamma
'
objected
to
?
Oh
no
!
Amy
felt
she
must
stay
now
,
and
,
in
truth
,
she
was
glad
it
was
right
,
though
her
heart
beat
fast
,
fast
,
faster
,
as
Guy
,
pulling
down
a
long
,
trailing
branch
of
Noisette
rose
,
and
twisting
it
in
his
hand
,
paused
for
a
few
moments
,
then
spoke
collectedly
,
and
without
hesitation
,
though
with
the
tremulousness
of
subdued
agitation
,
looking
the
while
not
at
her
,
but
straight
before
him
.
'
You
ought
to
be
told
why
your
words
and
looks
have
such
effect
on
me
as
to
make
me
behave
as
I
did
last
night
.
Shame
on
me
for
such
conduct
!
I
know
its
evil
,
and
how
preposterous
it
must
make
what
I
have
to
tell
you
.
I
do
n't
know
how
long
it
has
been
,
but
almost
ever
since
I
came
here
,
a
feeling
has
been
growing
up
in
me
towards
you
,
such
as
I
can
never
have
for
any
one
else
.
'
The
flame
rushed
into
Amy
's
cheeks
,
and
no
one
could
have
told
what
she
felt
,
as
he
paused
again
,
and
then
went
on
speaking
more
quickly
,
as
if
his
emotion
was
less
under
control
.
'
If
ever
there
is
to
be
happiness
for
me
on
earth
,
it
must
be
through
you
,
as
you
,
for
the
last
three
years
,
have
been
all
my
brightness
here
.
What
I
feel
for
you
is
beyond
all
power
of
telling
you
,
Amy
!
But
I
know
full
well
all
there
is
against
me
—
I
know
I
am
untried
,
and
how
can
I
dare
to
ask
one
born
to
brightness
and
happiness
to
share
the
doom
of
my
family
?
'
Amy
's
impulse
was
that
anything
shared
with
him
would
be
welcome
;
but
the
strength
of
the
feeling
stifled
the
power
of
expression
,
and
she
could
not
utter
a
word
.
'
It
seems
selfish
even
to
dream
of
it
,
'
he
proceeded
;
'
yet
I
must
,
—
I
cannot
help
it
.
To
feel
that
I
had
your
love
to
keep
me
safe
,
to
know
that
you
watched
for
me
,
prayed
for
me
,
were
my
own
,
my
Verena
,
—
oh
Amy
!
it
would
be
more
joy
than
I
have
ever
dared
to
hope
for
.
But
mind
,
'
he
added
,
after
another
brief
pause
,
'
I
would
not
even
ask
you
to
answer
me
now
,
far
less
to
bind
yourself
,
even
if
—
if
it
were
possible
.
I
know
my
trial
is
not
come
;
and
were
I
to
render
myself
,
by
positive
act
,
unworthy
even
to
think
of
you
,
it
would
be
too
dreadful
to
have
entangled
you
,
and
made
you
unhappy
.
No.
I
speak
now
,
because
I
ought
not
to
remain
here
with
such
feelings
unknown
to
your
father
and
mother
.
'
At
that
moment
,
close
on
the
other
side
of
the
box-tree
clump
,
were
heard
the
wheels
of
Charles
's
garden-chair
,
and
Charlotte
's
voice
talking
to
him
,
as
he
made
his
morning
tour
round
the
garden
.
Amy
flew
off
,
like
a
little
bird
to
its
nest
,
and
never
stopped
,
till
,
breathless
and
crimson
,
she
darted
into
the
dressing
room
,
threw
herself
on
her
knees
,
and
with
her
face
hidden
in
her
mother
's
lap
,
exclaimed
,
in
panting
,
half-smothered
whispers
,
which
needed
all
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
intuition
to
make
them
intelligible
,
—
'
O
mamma
,
mamma
,
he
says
—
he
says
he
loves
me
!
'
Perhaps
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
not
so
very
much
surprised
;
but
she
had
no
time
to
do
more
than
raise
and
kiss
the
burning
face
,
and
see
,
at
a
moment
's
glance
,
how
bright
was
the
gleam
of
frightened
joy
,
in
the
downcast
eye
and
troubled
smile
;
when
two
knocks
,
given
rapidly
,
were
heard
,
and
almost
at
the
same
moment
the
door
opened
,
and
Guy
stood
before
her
,
his
face
no
less
glowing
than
that
which
Amy
buried
again
on
her
mother
's
knee
.
'
Come
in
,
Guy
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
as
he
stood
doubtful
for
a
moment
at
the
door
,
and
there
was
a
sweet
smile
of
proud
,
joyful
affection
on
her
face
,
conveying
even
more
encouragement
than
her
tone
.
Amy
raised
her
head
,
and
moved
as
if
to
leave
the
room
.
'
Do
n't
go
,
'
he
said
,
earnestly
,
'
unless
you
wish
it
.
'
Amy
did
not
wish
it
,
especially
now
that
she
had
her
mother
to
save
her
confusion
,
and
she
sat
on
a
footstool
,
holding
her
mother
's
hand
,
looking
up
to
Guy
whenever
she
felt
bold
enough
,
and
hanging
down
her
head
when
he
said
what
showed
how
much
more
highly
he
prized
her
than
silly
little
Amy
could
deserve
.
'
You
know
what
I
am
come
to
say
,
'
he
began
,
standing
by
the
mantel-shelf
,
as
was
his
wont
in
his
conferences
with
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
and
he
repeated
the
same
in
substance
as
he
had
said
to
Amy
in
the
garden
,
though
with
less
calmness
and
coherence
,
and
far
more
warmth
of
expression
,
as
if
,
now
that
she
was
protected
by
her
mother
's
presence
,
he
exercised
less
force
in
self-restraint
.
Never
was
any
one
happier
than
was
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
loving
Guy
so
heartily
,
seeing
the
beauty
of
his
character
in
each
word
,
rejoicing
that
such
affection
should
be
bestowed
on
her
little
Amy
,
exulting
in
her
having
won
such
a
heart
,
and
touched
and
gratified
by
the
free
confidence
with
which
both
had
at
once
hastened
to
pour
out
all
to
her
,
not
merely
as
a
duty
,
but
in
the
full
ebullition
of
their
warm
young
love
.
The
only
difficulty
was
to
bring
herself
to
speak
with
prudence
becoming
her
position
,
whilst
she
was
sympathizing
with
them
as
ardently
as
if
she
was
not
older
than
both
of
them
put
together
.
When
Guy
spoke
of
himself
as
unproved
,
and
undeserving
of
trust
,
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
keep
from
declaring
there
was
no
one
whom
she
thought
so
safe
.
'
While
you
go
on
as
you
have
begun
,
Guy
.
'
'
If
you
tell
me
to
hope
!
Oh
,
Mrs.
Edmonstone
!
is
it
wrong
that
an
earthly
incentive
to
persevere
should
have
power
which
sometimes
seems
greater
than
the
true
one
?
'
'
There
is
the
best
and
strongest
ground
of
all
for
trusting
you
,
'
said
she
.
'
If
you
spoke
of
keeping
right
only
for
Amy
's
sake
,
then
I
might
fear
;
but
when
she
is
second
,
there
is
confidence
indeed
.
'
'
If
speaking
were
all
!
'
said
Guy
.
'
There
is
one
thing
I
ought
to
say
,
'
she
proceeded
;
'
you
know
you
are
very
young
,
and
though
—
though
I
do
n't
know
that
I
can
say
so
in
my
own
person
,
a
prudent
woman
would
say
,
that
you
have
seen
so
little
of
the
world
,
that
you
may
easily
meet
a
person
you
would
like
better
than
such
a
quiet
little
dull
thing
as
your
guardian
's
daughter
.
'
The
look
that
he
cast
on
Amy
was
worth
seeing
,
and
then
,
with
a
smile
,
he
answered
,
—
'
I
am
glad
you
do
n't
say
it
in
your
own
person
.
'
'
It
is
very
bold
and
presumptuous
in
me
to
say
anything
at
all
in
papa
's
absence
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
smiling
;
'
but
I
am
sure
he
will
think
in
the
same
way
,
that
things
ought
to
remain
as
they
are
,
and
that
it
is
our
duty
not
to
allow
you
to
be
,
or
to
feel
,
otherwise
than
entirely
at
liberty
.
'
'
I
dare
say
it
may
be
right
in
you
,
'
said
Guy
,
grudgingly
.
'
However
,
I
must
not
complain
.
It
is
too
