lookof
a
growing
boy
,
and
was
so
slender
as
to
appear
taller
than
he
really
was
.
He
had
an
air
of
great
activity
;
and
though
he
sat
leaning
back
,
there
was
no
lounging
in
his
attitude
,
and
at
the
first
summons
,
he
roused
up
with
an
air
of
alert
attention
that
recalled
to
mind
the
eager
head
of
a
listening
greyhound
.
He
had
no
pretension
to
be
called
handsome
;
his
eyes
were
his
best
feature
;
they
were
very
peculiar
,
of
a
light
hazel
,
darker
towards
the
outside
of
the
iris
,
very
brilliant
,
the
whites
tinted
with
blue
,
and
the
lashes
uncommonly
thick
and
black
;
the
eyebrows
were
also
very
dark
,
and
of
a
sharply-defined
,
angular
shape
,
but
the
hair
was
much
lighter
,
loose
,
soft
,
and
wavy
;
the
natural
fairness
of
the
complexion
was
shown
by
the
whiteness
of
the
upper
part
of
the
forehead
,
though
the
rest
of
the
face
,
as
well
as
the
small
taper
hands
,
were
tanned
by
sunshine
and
sea-breezes
,
into
a
fresh
,
hardy
brown
,
glowing
with
read
on
the
cheeks
.
'
What
use
shall
I
make
of
him
?
'
proceeded
Charles
's
thoughts
.
'
He
wont
be
worth
his
salt
if
he
goes
on
in
this
way
;
he
has
got
a
graver
specimen
of
literature
there
than
I
ever
saw
Philip
himself
read
on
a
week-day
;
he
has
been
puritanized
till
he
is
good
for
nothing
;
I
'll
trouble
myself
no
more
about
him
!
'
He
tried
to
read
,
but
presently
looked
up
again
.
'
Plague
!
I
ca
n't
keep
my
thoughts
off
him
.
That
sober
look
does
not
sit
on
that
sun-burnt
face
as
if
it
were
native
to
it
;
those
eyes
do
n't
look
as
if
the
Redclyffe
spirit
was
extinguished
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
came
in
,
and
,
looking
round
,
as
if
to
find
some
occupation
for
her
guest
,
at
length
devised
setting
him
to
play
at
chess
with
Charles
.
Charles
gave
her
an
amiable
look
,
expressing
that
neither
liked
it
;
but
she
was
pretty
well
used
to
doing
him
good
against
his
will
,
and
trusted
to
its
coming
right
in
time
.
Charles
was
a
capital
chess-player
,
and
seldom
found
any
one
who
could
play
well
enough
to
afford
him
much
real
sport
,
but
he
found
Sir
Guy
more
nearly
a
match
than
often
fell
to
his
lot
;
it
was
a
bold
dashing
game
,
that
obliged
him
to
be
on
his
guard
,
and
he
was
once
so
taken
by
surprise
as
to
be
absolutely
check-mated
.
His
ill
humour
evaporated
,
he
was
delighted
to
find
an
opponent
worth
playing
with
and
thenceforth
there
were
games
almost
every
morning
or
evening
,
though
Sir
Guy
seemed
not
to
care
much
about
them
,
except
for
the
sake
of
pleasing
him
.
When
left
to
himself
,
Guy
spent
his
time
in
reading
or
in
walking
about
the
lanes
alone
.
He
used
to
sit
in
the
bay-window
of
the
drawing-room
with
his
book
;
but
sometimes
,
when
they
least
expected
it
,
the
girls
would
find
his
quick
eyes
following
them
with
an
air
of
amused
curiosity
,
as
Amabel
waited
on
Charles
and
her
flowers
,
or
Laura
drew
,
wrote
letters
,
and
strove
to
keep
down
the
piles
of
books
and
periodicals
under
which
it
seemed
as
if
her
brother
might
some
day
be
stifled
—
a
vain
task
,
for
he
was
sure
to
want
immediately
whatever
she
put
out
of
his
reach
.
Laura
and
Amabel
both
played
and
sung
,
the
former
remarkably
well
,
and
the
first
time
they
had
any
music
after
the
arrival
of
Sir
Guy
,
his
look
of
delighted
attention
struck
everyone
.
He
ventured
nearer
,
stood
by
the
piano
when
they
practised
,
and
at
last
joined
in
with
a
few
notes
of
so
full
and
melodious
a
voice
,
that
Laura
turned
round
in
surprise
,
exclaiming
,
'
You
sing
better
than
any
of
us
!
'
He
coloured
.
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
could
not
help
it
;
I
know
nothing
of
music
.
'
'
Really
!
'
said
Laura
,
smiling
incredulously
.
'
I
do
n't
even
know
the
notes
.
'
'
Then
you
must
have
a
very
good
ear
.
Let
us
try
again
.
'
The
sisters
were
again
charmed
and
surprised
,
and
Guy
looked
gratified
,
as
people
do
at
the
discovery
of
a
faculty
which
they
are
particularly
glad
to
possess
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
appeared
to
brighten
,
and
Laura
and
her
mother
agreed
that
it
would
do
him
good
to
have
plenty
of
music
,
and
to
try
to
train
that
fine
voice
.
He
was
beginning
to
interest
them
all
greatly
by
his
great
helpfulness
and
kindness
to
Charles
,
as
he
learnt
the
sort
of
assistance
he
required
,
as
well
as
by
the
silent
grief
that
showed
how
much
attached
he
must
have
been
to
his
grandfather
.
On
the
first
Sunday
,
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
coming
into
the
drawing-room
at
about
half-past
five
,
found
him
sitting
alone
by
the
fire
,
his
dog
lying
at
his
feet
.
As
he
started
up
,
she
asked
if
he
had
been
here
in
the
dark
ever
since
church
time
?
'
I
have
not
wanted
light
,
'
he
answered
with
a
sigh
,
long
,
deep
,
and
irrepressible
,
and
as
she
stirred
the
fire
,
the
flame
revealed
to
her
the
traces
of
tears
.
She
longed
to
comfort
him
,
and
said
—
'
This
Sunday
twilight
is
a
quiet
time
for
thinking
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
he
said
,
'
how
few
Sundays
ago
—
'
and
there
he
paused
.
'
Ah
!
you
had
so
little
preparation
.
'
'
None
.
That
very
morning
he
had
done
business
with
Markham
,
and
had
never
been
more
clear
and
collected
.
'
'
Were
you
with
him
when
he
was
taken
ill
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
perceiving
that
it
would
be
a
relief
to
him
to
talk
.
'
No
;
it
was
just
before
dinner
.
I
had
been
shooting
,
and
went
into
the
library
to
tell
him
where
I
had
been
.
He
was
well
then
,
for
he
spoke
,
but
it
was
getting
dark
,
and
I
did
not
see
his
face
.
I
do
n't
think
I
was
ten
minutes
dressing
,
but
when
I
came
down
,
he
had
sunk
back
in
his
chair
.
I
saw
it
was
not
sleep
—
I
rang
—
and
when
Arnaud
came
,
we
knew
how
it
was
.
'
His
voice
became
low
with
strong
emotion
.
'
Did
he
recover
his
consciousness
?
'
'
Yes
,
that
was
the
comfort
,
'
said
Guy
,
eagerly
.
'
It
was
after
he
had
been
bled
that
he
seemed
to
wake
up
.
He
could
not
speak
or
move
,
but
he
looked
at
me
—
or
—
I
do
n't
know
what
I
should
have
done
.
'
The
last
words
were
almost
inaudible
from
the
gush
of
tears
that
he
vainly
struggled
to
repress
,
and
he
was
turning
away
to
hide
them
,
when
he
saw
that
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
were
flowing
fast
.
'
You
had
great
reason
to
be
attached
to
him
!
'
said
she
as
soon
as
she
could
speak
.
'
Indeed
,
indeed
I
had
.
'
And
after
a
long
silence
—
'
He
was
everything
to
me
,
everything
from
the
first
hour
I
can
recollect
.
He
never
let
me
miss
my
parents
.
How
he
attended
to
all
my
pleasures
and
wishes
,
how
he
watched
and
cared
for
me
,
and
bore
with
me
,
even
I
can
never
know
.
'
He
spoke
in
short
half
sentences
of
intense
feeling
,
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
much
moved
by
such
affection
in
one
said
to
have
been
treated
with
an
excess
of
strictness
,
much
compassionating
the
lonely
boy
,
who
had
lost
every
family
tie
in
one
.
'
When
the
first
pain
of
the
sudden
parting
has
passed
,
'
said
she
,
'
you
will
like
to
remember
the
affection
which
you
knew
how
to
value
.
'
'
If
I
had
but
known
!
'
said
Guy
,
'
but
there
was
I
,
hasty
,
reckless
,
disregarding
his
comfort
,
rebelling
against
—
O
,
what
would
I
not
give
to
have
those
restraints
restored
!
'
'
It
is
what
we
all
feel
in
such
losses
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
There
is
always
much
to
wish
otherwise
;
but
I
am
sure
you
can
have
the
happiness
of
knowing
you
were
his
great
comfort
.
'
'
It
was
what
I
ought
to
have
been
.
'
She
knew
that
nothing
could
have
been
more
filial
and
affectionate
than
his
conduct
,
and
tried
to
say
something
of
the
kind
,
but
he
would
not
listen
.
'
That
is
worst
of
all
,
'
he
said
;
'
and
you
must
not
trust
what
they
say
of
me
.
They
would
be
sure
to
praise
me
,
if
I
was
anything
short
of
a
brute
.
'
A
silence
ensued
,
while
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
trying
to
think
of
some
consolation
.
Suddenly
Guy
looked
up
,
and
spoke
eagerly
:
—
'
I
want
to
ask
something
—
a
great
favour
—
but
you
make
me
venture
.
You
see
how
I
am
left
alone
—
you
know
how
little
I
can
trust
myself
.
Will
you
take
me
in
hand
—
let
me
talk
to
you
—
and
tell
me
if
I
am
wrong
,
as
freely
as
if
I
were
Charles
?
I
know
it
is
asking
a
great
deal
,
but
you
knew
my
grandfather
,
and
it
is
in
his
name
.
'
She
held
out
her
hand
,
and
with
tears
answered
,
—
'
Indeed
I
will
,
if
I
see
any
occasion
.
'
'
You
will
let
me
trust
to
you
to
tell
me
when
I
get
too
vehement
?
above
all
,
when
you
see
my
temper
failing
?
Thank
you
;
you
do
n't
know
what
a
relief
it
is
!
'
'
But
you
must
not
call
yourself
alone
.
You
are
one
of
us
now
.
'
'
Yes
;
since
you
have
made
that
promise
,
'
said
Guy
,
and
for
the
first
time
she
saw
the
full
beauty
of
his
smile
—
a
sort
of
sweetness
and
radiance
of
which
eye
and
brow
partook
almost
as
much
as
the
lips
.
It
alone
would
have
gained
her
heart
.
'
I
must
look
on
you
as
a
kind
of
nephew
,
'
she
added
,
kindly
.
'
I
used
to
hear
so
much
of
you
from
my
brother
.
'
'
Oh
!
'
cried
Guy
,
lighting
up
,
'
Archdeacon
Morville
was
always
so
kind
to
me
.
I
remember
him
very
well
!
'
'
Ah
!
I
wish
—
'
there
she
paused
,
and
added
,
—
'
it
is
not
right
to
wish
such
things
—
and
Philip
is
very
like
his
father
.
'
'
I
am
very
glad
his
regiment
is
so
near
.
I
want
to
know
him
better
.
'
'
You
knew
him
at
Redclyffe
,
when
he
was
staying
there
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
his
colour
rising
;
'
but
I
was
a
boy
then
,
and
a
very
foolish
,
headstrong
one
.
I
am
glad
to
meet
him
again
.
What
a
grand-looking
person
he
is
!
'
'
We
are
very
proud
of
him
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
smiling
.
'
I
do
n't
think
there
has
been
an
hour
's
anxiety
about
him
since
he
was
born
.
'
The
conversation
was
interrupted
by
the
sound
of
Charles
's
crutches
slowly
crossing
the
hall
.
Guy
sprung
to
help
him
to
his
sofa
,
and
then
,
without
speaking
,
hurried
up-stairs
.
'
Mamma
,
tête-à-tête
with
the
silent
one
!
'
exclaimed
Charles
.
'
I
will
not
tell
you
all
I
think
of
him
,
'
said
she
,
leaving
the
room
.
'
Hum
!
'
soliloquized
Charles
.
'
That
means
that
my
lady
mother
has
adopted
him
,
and
thinks
I
should
laugh
at
her
,
or
straightway
set
up
a
dislike
to
him
,
knowing
my
contempt
for
heroes
and
hero-worship
.
It
's
a
treat
to
have
Philip
out
of
the
way
,
and
if
it
was
but
possible
to
get
out
of
hearing
of
his
perfections
,
I
should
have
some
peace
.
If
I
thought
this
fellow
had
one
spice
of
the
kind
,
I
'd
never
trouble
my
head
about
him
more
,
—
and
yet
I
do
n't
believe
he
has
such
a
pair
of
hawk
's
eye
for
nothing
!
'
The
hawk
's
eyes
,
as
Charles
called
them
,
shone
brighter
from
that
day
forth
,
and
their
owner
began
to
show
more
interest
in
what
passed
around
.
Laura
was
much
amused
by
a
little
conversation
she
held
with
him
one
day
,
when
a
party
of
their
younger
neighbours
were
laughing
and
talking
nonsense
round
Charles
's
sofa
.
He
was
sitting
a
little
way
off
,
in
silence
,
and
she
took
advantage
of
the
loud
laughing
to
say
:
—
'
You
think
this
is
not
very
satisfactory
?
'
And
as
he
gave
a
quick
glance
of
inquiry
,
—
'
Do
n't
mind
saying
so
.
Philip
and
I
often
agree
that
it
is
a
pity
to
spend
so
much
time
in
laughing
at
nothing
—
at
such
nonsense
.
'
'
Is
it
nonsense
?
'
'
Listen
—
no
,
do
n't
,
it
is
too
silly
.
'
'
Nonsense
must
be
an
excellent
thing
if
it
makes
people
so
happy
,
'
said
Guy
,
thoughtfully
.
'
Look
at
them
;
they
are
like
—
not
a
picture
—
that
has
no
life
—
but
a
dream
—
or
,
perhaps
,
a
scene
in
a
play
.
'
'
Did
you
never
see
anything
like
it
?
'
'
Oh
,
no
!
All
the
morning
calls
I
ever
saw
were
formal
,
every
one
stiff
,
and
speaking
by
rote
,
or
talking
politics
.
How
glad
I
used
to
be
to
get
on
horseback
again
!
But
to
see
these
—
why
,
it
is
like
the
shepherd
's
glimpse
at
the
pixies
!
—
as
one
reads
a
new
book
,
or
watches
what
one
only
half
understands
—
a
rook
's
parliament
,
or
a
gathering
of
sea-fowl
on
the
Shag
Rock
.
'
'
A
rook
's
parliament
?
'
'
The
people
at
home
call
it
a
rook
's
parliament
when
a
whole
cloud
of
rooks
settle
on
some
bare
,
wide
common
,
and
sit
there
as
if
they
were
consulting
,
not
feeding
,
only
stalking
about
with
drooping
wings
,
and
solemn
,
black
cloaks
.
'
'
You
have
found
a
flattering
simile
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
as
you
know
that
rooks
never
open
their
mouths
without
cause
.
'
Guy
had
never
heard
the
riddle
,
but
he
caught
the
pun
instantly
,
and
the
clear
,
merry
sound
of
his
hearty
laugh
surprised
Charles
,
who
instantly
noted
it
as
another
proof
that
there
was
some
life
in
him
.
Indeed
,
each
day
began
to
make
it
evident
that
he
had
,
on
the
whole
,
rather
a
superabundance
of
animation
than
otherwise
.
He
was
quite
confidential
with
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
on
whom
he
used
to
lavish
,
with
boyish
eagerness
,
all
that
interested
him
,
carrying
her
the
passages
in
books
that
pleased
him
,
telling
her
about
Redclyffe
affairs
,
and
giving
her
his
letters
from
Markham
,
the
steward
.
His
head
was
full
of
his
horse
,
Deloraine
,
which
was
coming
to
him
under
the
charge
of
a
groom
,
and
the
consultations
were
endless
about
the
means
of
transport
,
Mr.
Edmonstone
almost
as
eager
about
it
as
he
was
himself
.
He
did
not
so
quickly
become
at
home
with
the
younger
portion
of
the
family
,
but
his
spirits
rose
every
day
.
He
whistled
as
he
walked
in
the
garden
,
and
Bustle
,
instead
of
pacing
soberly
behind
him
,
now
capered
,
nibbled
his
pockets
,
and
drew
him
into
games
of
play
which
Charles
and
Amabel
were
charmed
to
overlook
from
the
dressing-room
window
.
There
was
Guy
,
leaping
,
bounding
,
racing
,
rolling
the
dog
over
,
tripping
him
up
,
twitching
his
ears
,
tickling
his
feet
,
catching
at
his
tail
,
laughing
at
Bustle
's
springs
,
contortions
,
and
harmless
open-mouthed
attacks
,
while
the
dog
did
little
less
than
laugh
too
,
with
his
intelligent
amber
eyes
,
and
black
and
red
mouth
.
Charles
began
to
find
a
new
interest
in
his
listless
life
in
the
attempt
to
draw
Guy
out
,
and
make
him
give
one
of
his
merry
laughs
.
In
this
,
however
,
he
failed
when
his
wit
consisted
in
allusions
to
the
novels
of
the
day
,
of
which
Guy
knew
nothing
.
One
morning
he
underwent
a
regular
examination
,
ending
in
,
—
'
Have
you
read
anything
?
'
'
I
am
afraid
I
am
very
the
ignorant
of
modern
books
.
'
'
Have
you
read
the
ancient
ones
?
'
asked
Laura
.
'
I
've
had
nothing
else
to
read
.
'
'
Nothing
to
read
but
ancient
books
!
'
exclaimed
Amabel
,
with
a
mixture
of
pity
and
astonishment
.
'
Sanchoniathon
,
Manetho
,
Berosus
,
and
Ocellus
Lucanus
?
'
said
Guy
,
smiling
.
'
There
,
Amy
,
'
said
Charles
;
'
if
he
has
the
Vicar
among
his
ancient
books
,
you
need
not
pity
him
.
'
'
It
is
like
Philip
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
he
was
brought
up
on
the
old
standard
books
,
instead
of
his
time
being
frittered
away
on
the
host
of
idle
modern
ones
.
'
'
He
was
free
to
concentrate
his
attention
on
Sir
Charles
Grandison
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
How
could
any
one
do
so
?
'
said
Guy
.
'
How
could
any
one
have
any
sympathy
with
such
a
piece
of
self-satisfaction
?
'
'
Who
could
?
Eh
,
Laura
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
I
never
read
it
,
'
said
Laura
,
suspecting
malice
.
'
What
is
your
opinion
of
perfect
heroes
?
'
continued
Charles
.
'
Here
comes
one
,
'
whispered
Amy
to
her
brother
,
blushing
at
her
piece
of
naughtiness
,
as
Philip
Morville
entered
the
room
.
After
the
first
greetings
,
and
inquiries
after
his
sister
,
whom
he
had
been
visiting
,
Laura
told
him
what
they
had
been
saying
of
the
advantage
of
a
scanty
range
of
reading
.
'
True
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
I
have
often
been
struck
by
finding
how
ignorant
people
are
,
even
of
Shakspeare
;
and
I
believe
the
blame
chiefly
rests
on
the
cheap
rubbish
in
which
Charlie
is
nearly
walled
up
there
.
'
'
Ay
,
'
said
Charles
,
'
and
who
haunts
that
rubbish
at
the
beginning
of
every
month
?
I
suppose
to
act
as
pioneer
,
though
whether
any
one
but
Laura
heeds
his
warnings
,
remains
to
be
proved
.
'
'
Laura
does
heed
?
'
asked
Philip
,
well
pleased
.
'
I
made
her
read
me
the
part
of
Dombey
that
hurts
women
's
feelings
most
,
just
to
see
if
she
would
go
on
—
the
part
about
little
Paul
—
and
I
declare
,
I
shall
think
the
worse
of
her
ever
after
—
she
was
so
stony-hearted
,
that
to
this
day
,
she
does
not
know
whether
he
is
dead
or
alive
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
quite
say
I
do
n't
know
whether
he
lived
or
died
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
for
I
found
Amy
in
a
state
that
alarmed
me
,
crying
in
the
green-house
,
and
I
was
very
glad
to
find
it
was
nothing
worse
than
little
Paul
.
'
'
I
wish
you
would
have
read
it
,
'
said
Amy
;
and
looking
shyly
at
Guy
,
she
added
—
'
Wont
you
?
'
'
Well
done
,
Amy
!
'
said
Charles
.
'
In
the
very
face
of
the
young
man
's
companion
!
'
'
Philip
does
not
really
think
it
wrong
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
No
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
those
books
open
fields
of
thought
;
and
,
as
their
principles
are
negative
,
they
ar
not
likely
to
hurt
a
person
well
armed
with
the
truth
.
'
'
Meaning
,
'
said
Charles
,
'
that
Guy
and
Laura
have
your
gracious
permission
to
read
Dombey
.
'
'
When
Laura
has
a
cold
or
toothache
.
'
'
And
I
?
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
am
not
so
sure
about
the
expediency
for
you
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
it
would
be
a
pity
to
begin
with
Dickens
,
when
there
is
so
much
of
a
higher
grade
equally
new
to
you
.
I
suppose
you
do
not
understand
Italian
.
'
'
No
,
'
said
Guy
,
abruptly
,
and
his
dark
eyebrows
contracted
.
Philip
went
on
.
'
If
you
did
,
I
should
not
recommend
you
the
translation
of
Ipromessi
Sposi
,
one
of
the
most
beautiful
books
in
any
language
.
You
have
it
in
English
,
I
think
,
Laura
.
'
Laura
fetched
it
;
Guy
,
with
a
constrained
'
thank
you
,
'
was
going
to
take
it
up
,
rather
as
if
he
was
putting
a
force
upon
himself
,
when
Philip
more
quickly
took
the
first
volume
,
and
eagerly
turned
over
the
pages
—
'
I
ca
n't
stand
this
,
'
he
said
,
'
where
is
the
original
?
'
It
was
soon
produced
;
and
Philip
,
finding
the
beautiful
history
of
Fra
Cristoforo
,
began
to
translate
it
fluently
,
and
with
an
admirable
choice
of
language
that
silenced
Charles
's
attempts
to
interrupt
and
criticise
.
Soon
Guy
,
who
had
at
first
lent
only
reluctant
attention
,
was
entirely
absorbed
,
his
eyebrows
relaxed
,
a
look
of
earnest
interest
succeeded
,
his
countenance
softened
,
and
when
Fra
Cristoforo
humbled
himself
,
exchanged
forgiveness
,
and
received
il
pane
del
perdono
,
tears
hung
on
his
eye-lashes
.
The
chapter
was
finished
,
and
,
with
a
smothered
exclamation
of
admiration
,
he
joined
the
others
in
begging
Philip
to
proceed
.
The
story
thus
read
was
very
unlike
what
it
had
been
to
Laura
and
Amy
when
they
puzzled
it
out
as
an
Italian
lesson
,
or
to
Charles
,
when
he
carelessly
tossed
over
the
translation
in
search
of
Don
Abbondio
's
humours
;
and
thus
between
reading
and
conversation
,
the
morning
passed
very
agreeably
.
At
luncheon
,
Mr.
Edmonstone
asked
Philip
to
come
and
spend
a
day
or
two
at
Hollywell
,
and
he
accepted
the
invitation
for
the
next
week
.
'
I
will
make
Thorndale
drive
me
out
,
if
you
will
give
him
a
dinner
.
'
'
Of
course
,
of
course
,
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
'
we
shall
be
delighted
.
We
were
talking
of
asking
him
,
a
day
or
two
ago
,
eh
,
mamma
?
'
'
Thank
you
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
a
family
party
is
an
especial
treat
to
him
,
'
laying
a
particular
stress
on
the
word
'
family
party
,
'
and
looking
at
his
aunt
.
At
that
moment
the
butler
came
in
,
saying
,
'
Sir
Guy
's
servant
is
come
,
and
has
brought
the
horse
,
sir
.
'
'
Deloraine
come
!
'
cried
Guy
,
springing
up
.
'
Where
?
'
'
At
the
door
,
sir
.
'
Guy
darted
out
,
Mr.
Edmonstone
following
.
In
another
instant
,
however
,
Guy
put
his
head
into
the
room
again
.
'
Mrs
.
Edmonstone
,
wo
n't
you
come
and
see
him
?
Philip
,
you
have
not
seen
Deloraine
.
'
Off
he
rushed
,
and
the
others
were
just
in
time
to
see
the
cordial
look
of
honest
gladness
with
which
William
,
the
groom
,
received
his
young
master
's
greeting
,
and
the
delighted
recognition
between
Guy
,
Bustle
,
and
Deloraine
.
Guy
had
no
attention
for
anything
else
till
he
had
heard
how
they
had
prospered
on
the
journey
;
and
then
he
turned
to
claim
his
friends
'
admiration
for
the
beautiful
chesnut
,
his
grandfather
's
birthday
present
.
The
ladies
admired
with
earnestness
that
compensated
for
want
of
knowledge
,
the
gentlemen
with
greater
science
and
discrimination
;
indeed
Philip
,
as
a
connoisseur
,
could
not
but
,
for
the
sake
of
his
own
reputation
,
discover
something
to
criticise
.
Guy
's
brows
drew
together
again
,
and
his
eyes
glanced
as
if
he
was
much
inclined
to
resent
the
remarks
,
as
attacks
at
once
on
Deloraine
and
on
his
grandfather
;
but
he
said
nothing
,
and
presently
went
to
the
stable
with
Mr.
Edmonstone
to
see
about
the
horse
's
accommodations
.
Philip
stood
in
the
hall
with
the
ladies
.
'
So
I
perceive
you
have
dropped
the
title
already
,
'
observed
he
,
to
Laura
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
replying
for
her
daughter
,
'
it
seemed
to
give
him
pain
,
by
reminding
him
of
his
loss
,
and
he
was
so
strange
and
forlorn
just
at
first
,
that
we
were
glad
to
do
what
we
could
to
make
him
feel
himself
more
at
home
.
'
'
Then
you
get
on
pretty
well
now
?
'
The
reply
was
in
chorus
with
variations
—
'
Oh
,
excellently
!
'
'
He
is
so
entertaining
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
He
sings
so
beautifully
,
'
said
Amabel
.
'
He
is
so
right
minded
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
So
very
well
informed
,
'
said
Laura
.
Then
it
all
began
again
.
'
He
plays
chess
so
well
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
Bustle
is
such
a
dear
dog
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
He
is
so
attentive
to
Charlie
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
going
into
the
drawing-room
to
her
son
.
'
Papa
says
he
will
make
up
for
the
faults
of
all
his
ancestors
,
'
said
Amabel
.
'
His
music
!
oh
,
his
music
!
'
said
Laura
.
'
Philip
,
'
said
Charlotte
,
earnestly
,
'
you
really
should
learn
to
like
him
.
'
'
Learn
,
impertinent
little
puss
?
'
said
Philip
,
smiling
,
'
why
should
I
not
like
him
?
'
'
I
was
sure
you
would
try
,
'
said
Charlotte
,
impressively
.
'
'
Is
it
hard
,
'
said
Amy
?
'
But
,
oh
Philip
!
you
could
not
help
liking
his
singing
.
'
'
I
never
heard
such
a
splendid
voice
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
so
clear
and
powerful
,
and
yet
so
wonderfully
sweet
in
the
low
soft
notes
.
And
a
very
fine
ear
:
he
has
a
real
talent
for
music
.
'
'
Ah
!
inherited
,
poor
fellow
,
'
said
Philip
,
compassionately
.
'
Do
you
pity
him
for
it
?
'
said
Amy
,
smiling
.
'
Do
you
forget
?
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
would
not
advise
you
to
make
much
of
this
talent
in
public
;
it
is
too
much
a
badge
of
his
descent
.
'
'
Mamma
did
not
think
so
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
She
thought
it
a
pity
he
should
not
learn
regularly
,
with
such
a
talent
;
so
the
other
day
,
when
Mr.
Radford
was
giving
us
a
lesson
,
she
asked
Guy
just
to
sing
up
and
down
the
scale
.
I
never
saw
anything
so
funny
as
old
Mr.
Radford
's
surprise
,
it
was
almost
like
the
music-lesson
in
La
Figlia
del
Reggimento
;
he
started
and
looked
at
Guy
,
and
seemed
in
a
perfect
transport
,
and
now
Guy
is
to
take
regular
lessons
.
'
'
Indeed
.
'
'
But
do
you
really
mean
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
that
if
your
mother
had
been
a
musician
's
daughter
,
and
you
had
inherited
her
talent
,
that
you
would
be
ashamed
of
it
.
'
'
Indeed
,
Laura
,
'
said
Philip
,
with
a
smile
,
'
I
am
equally
far
from
guessing
what
I
should
do
if
my
mother
had
been
anything
but
what
she
was
,
as
from
guessing
what
I
should
do
if
I
had
a
talent
for
music
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
here
called
her
daughters
to
get
ready
for
their
walk
,
as
she
intended
to
go
to
East
Hill
,
and
they
might
as
well
walk
with
Philip
as
far
as
their
roads
lay
together
.
Philip
and
Laura
walked
on
by
themselves
,
a
little
in
advance
of
the
others
.
Laura
was
very
anxious
to
arrive
at
a
right
understanding
of
her
cousin
's
opinion
of
Guy
.
'
I
am
sure
there
is
much
to
like
in
him
,
'
she
said
.
'
There
is
,
but
is
it
the
highest
praise
to
say
there
is
much
to
like
?
People
are
not
so
cautious
when
they
accept
a
man
in
toto
.
'
'
Then
,
do
you
not
?
'
Philip
's
answer
was
—
'
Do
you
think
him
a
lion
's
whelp
?
'
'
I
am
afraid
I
saw
the
lion
just
now
in
his
flashing
eyes
and
contracted
brow
.
There
is
an
impatience
of
advice
,
a
vehemence
of
manner
that
I
can
hardly
deem
satisfactory
.
I
do
not
speak
from
prejudice
,
for
I
think
highly
of
his
candour
,
warmth
of
heart
,
and
desire
to
do
right
;
but
from
all
I
have
seen
,
I
should
not
venture
as
yet
to
place
much
dependence
on
his
steadiness
of
character
or
command
of
temper
.
'
'
He
seems
to
have
been
very
fond
of
his
grandfather
,
in
spite
of
his
severity
.
He
is
but
just
beginning
to
brighten
up
a
little
.
'
'
Yes
;
his
disposition
is
very
affectionate
,
—
almost
a
misfortune
to
one
so
isolated
from
family
ties
.
He
showed
remarkably
well
at
Redclyffe
,
the
other
day
;
boyish
of
course
,
and
without
much
self-command
,
but
very
amiably
.
It
is
very
well
for
him
that
he
is
removed
from
thence
,
for
all
the
people
idolize
him
to
such
a
degree
that
they
could
not
fail
to
spoil
him
.
'
'
It
would
be
a
great
pity
if
he
went
wrong
.
'
'
Great
,
for
he
has
many
admirable
qualities
,
but
still
they
are
just
what
persons
are
too
apt
to
fancy
compensation
for
faults
.
I
never
heard
that
any
of
his
family
,
except
perhaps
that
unhappy
old
Hugh
,
were
deficient
in
frankness
and
generosity
,
and
therefore
these
do
not
satisfy
me
.
Observe
,
I
am
not
condemning
him
;
I
wish
to
be
perfectly
just
;
all
I
say
is
,
that
I
do
not
trust
him
till
I
have
seen
him
tried
.
'
Laura
did
not
answer
,
she
was
disappointed
;
yet
there
was
a
justice
and
guardedness
in
what
Philip
said
,
that
made
it
impossible
to
gainsay
it
,
and
she
was
pleased
with
his
confidence
.
She
thought
how
cool
and
prudent
he
was
,
and
how
grieved
she
should
be
if
Guy
justified
his
doubts
;
and
so
they
walked
on
in
such
silence
as
is
perhaps
the
strongest
proof
of
intimacy
.
She
was
the
first
to
speak
,
led
to
do
so
by
an
expression
of
sadness
about
her
cousin
's
mouth
.
'
What
are
you
thinking
of
,
Philip
?
'
'
Of
Locksley
Hall
.
There
is
nonsense
,
there
is
affectation
in
that
,
Laura
;
there
is
scarcely
poetry
,
but
there
is
power
,
for
there
is
truth
.
'
'
Of
Locksley
Hall
!
I
thought
you
were
at
Stylehurst
.
'
'
So
I
was
,
but
the
one
brings
the
other
.
'
'
I
supposee
you
went
to
Stylehurst
while
you
were
at
St.
Mildred
's
.
Did
Margaret
take
you
there
?
'
'
Margaret
?
Not
she
;
she
is
too
much
engaged
with
her
book-club
,
and
her
soirées
,
and
her
societies
of
every
sort
and
kind
.
'
'
How
did
you
get
on
with
the
Doctor
?
'
'
I
saw
as
little
of
him
as
I
could
,
and
was
still
more
convinced
that
he
does
not
know
what
conversation
is
.
Hem
!
'
Philip
gave
a
deep
sigh
.
'
No
;
the
only
thing
to
be
done
at
St.
Mildred
's
,
is
to
walk
across
the
moors
to
Stylehurst
.
It
is
a
strange
thing
to
leave
that
tumult
of
gossip
,
and
novelty
,
and
hardness
,
and
to
enter
on
that
quiet
autumnal
old
world
,
with
the
yellow
leaves
floating
silently
down
,
just
as
they
used
to
do
,
and
the
atmosphere
of
stillness
round
the
green
church
yard
.
'
'
Gossip
!
'
repeated
Laura
.
'
Surely
not
with
Margaret
?
'
'
Literary
scientific
gossip
is
worse
than
gossip
in
a
primary
sense
,
without
pretension
.
'
'
I
am
glad
you
had
Stylehurst
to
go
to
.
How
was
the
old
sexton
's
wife
?
'
'
Very
well
;
trotting
about
on
her
pattens
as
merrily
as
ever
.
'
'
Did
you
go
into
the
garden
?
'
'
Yes
;
Fanny
's
ivy
has
entirely
covered
the
south
wall
,
and
the
acacia
is
so
tall
and
spreading
,
that
I
longed
to
have
the
pruning
of
it
.
Old
Will
keeps
everything
in
its
former
state
.
'
They
talked
on
of
his
old
home
,
till
the
stern
bitter
look
of
regret
and
censure
had
faded
from
his
brow
,
and
given
way
to
a
softened
melancholy
expression
.
CHAPTER
IV
.
A
fig
for
all
dactyls
,
a
fig
for
all
spondees
,
A
fig
for
all
dunces
and
dominie
grandees
.
Scott
.
'
How
glad
I
am
!
'
exclaimed
Guy
,
entering
the
drawing-room
.
'
Wherefore
?
'
inquired
Charles
.
'
I
thought
I
was
too
late
,
and
I
am
very
glad
to
find
no
one
arrived
,
and
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
not
come
down
.
'
'
But
where
have
you
been
?
'
'
I
lost
my
way
on
the
top
of
the
down
;
I
fancied
some
one
told
me
there
was
a
view
of
the
sea
to
be
had
there
.
'
'
And
ca
n't
you
exist
without
a
view
of
the
sea
?
'
Guy
laughed
.
'
Everything
looks
so
dull
—
it
is
as
if
the
view
was
dead
or
imprisoned
—
walled
up
with
wood
and
hill
,
and
wanting
that
living
ripple
,
heaving
and
struggling
.
'
'
And
your
fine
rocks
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
I
wish
you
could
see
the
Shag-stone
.
A
great
island
mass
,
sloping
on
one
side
,
precipitous
,
on
the
other
,
with
the
spray
dashing
on
it
.
If
you
see
it
from
ever
so
far
off
,
there
is
still
that
white
foam
coming
and
going
—
a
glancing
speck
,
like
the
light
in
an
eye
.
'
'
Hark
!
a
carriage
.
'
'
The
young
man
and
the
young
man
's
companion
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
How
can
you
?
'
said
Laura
.
'
What
would
any
one
suppose
Mr.
Thorndale
to
be
?
'
'
Not
Philip
's
valet
,
'
said
Charles
,
'
if
it
is
true
that
no
man
is
a
hero
to
his
valley-de-sham
;
whereas
,
what
is
not
Philip
to
the
Honourable
James
Thorndale
?
'
'
Philip
,
Alexander
,
and
Bucephalus
into
the
bargain
,
'
suggested
Amy
,
in
her
demure
,
frightened
whisper
,
sending
all
but
Laura
into
a
fit
of
laughter
,
the
harder
to
check
because
the
steps
of
the
parties
concerned
were
heard
approaching
.
Mr.
Thorndale
was
a
quiet
individual
,
one
of
those
of
whom
there
is
least
to
be
said
,
so
complete
a
gentleman
that
it
would
have
been
an
insult
to
call
him
gentlemanlike
;
agreeable
and
clever
rather
than
otherwise
,
good-looking
,
with
a
high-bred
air
about
him
,
so
that
it
always
seemed
strange
that
he
did
not
make
more
impression
.
A
ring
at
the
front-door
almost
immediately
followed
their
arrival
.
'
Encore
?
'
asked
Philip
,
looking
at
Laura
with
a
sort
of
displeased
surprise
.
'
Unfortunately
,
yes
,
'
said
Laura
,
drawing
aside
.
'
One
of
my
uncle
's
family
parties
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
wish
I
had
not
brought
Thorndale
.
Laura
,
what
is
to
be
done
to
prevent
the
tittering
that
always
takes
place
when
Amy
and
those
Harpers
are
together
?
'
'
Some
game
?
'
said
Laura
.
He
signed
approval
;
but
she
had
time
to
say
no
more
,
for
her
father
and
mother
came
down
,
and
some
more
guests
entered
.
It
was
just
such
a
party
as
continually
grew
up
at
Hollywell
,
for
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
so
fond
of
inviting
,
that
his
wife
never
knew
in
the
morning
how
many
would
assemble
at
her
table
in
the
evening
.
But
she
was
used
to
it
,
and
too
good
a
manager
even
to
be
called
so
.
She
liked
to
see
her
husband
enjoy
himself
in
his
good-natured
,
open-hearted
way
.
The
change
was
good
for
Charles
,
and
thus
it
did
very
well
,
and
there
were
few
houses
in
the
neighbourhood
more
popular
than
Hollywell
.
The
guests
this
evening
were
Maurice
de
Courcy
,
a
wild
young
Irishman
,
all
noise
and
nonsense
,
a
great
favourite
with
his
cousin
,
Mr.
Edmonstone
;
two
Miss
Harpers
,
daughters
of
the
late
clergyman
,
good-natured
,
second-rate
girls
;
Dr.
Mayerne
,
Charles
's
kind
old
physician
,
the
friend
and
much
loved
counsellor
at
Hollywell
,
and
the
present
vicar
,
Mr.
Ross
,
with
his
daughter
Mary
.
Mary
Ross
was
the
greatest
friend
that
the
Miss
Edmonstones
possessed
,
though
,
she
being
five-and-twenty
,
they
had
not
arrived
at
perceiving
that
they
were
on
the
equal
terms
of
youngladyhood
.
She
had
lost
her
mother
early
,
and
had
owed
a
great
deal
to
the
kindness
of
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
as
she
grew
up
among
her
numerous
elder
brothers
.
She
had
no
girlhood
;
she
was
a
boy
till
fourteen
,
and
then
a
woman
,
and
she
was
scarcely
altered
since
the
epoch
of
that
transition
,
the
same
in
likings
,
tastes
,
and
duties
.
'
Papa
'
was
all
the
world
to
her
,
and
pleasing
him
had
much
the
same
meaning
now
as
then
;
her
brothers
were
like
playfellows
;
her
delights
were
still
a
lesson
in
Greek
from
papa
,
a
school-children
's
feast
,
a
game
at
play
,
a
new
book
.
It
was
only
a
pity
other
people
did
not
stand
still
too
.
'
Papa
,
'
indeed
,
had
never
grown
sensibly
older
since
the
year
of
her
mother
's
death
;
but
her
brothers
were
whiskered
men
,
with
all
the
cares
of
the
world
,
and
no
holidays
;
the
school-girls
went
out
to
service
,
and
were
as
a
last
year
's
brood
to
an
old
hen
;
the
very
children
she
had
fondled
were
young
ladies
,
as
old
,
to
all
intents
and
purposes
,
as
herself
,
and
here
were
even
Laura
and
Amy
Edmonstone
fallen
into
that
bad
habit
of
growing
up
!
Though
little
Amy
had
still
much
of
the
kitten
in
her
composition
,
and
could
play
as
well
as
Charlotte
or
Mary
herself
,
when
they
had
the
garden
to
themselves
.
Mary
took
great
pains
to
amuse
Charles
,
always
walking
to
see
him
in
the
worst
weather
,
when
she
thought
other
visitors
likely
to
fail
,
and
chatting
with
him
as
if
she
was
the
idlest
person
in
the
world
,
though
the
quantity
she
did
at
home
and
in
the
parish
would
be
too
amazing
to
be
recorded
.
Spirited
and
decided
,
without
superfluous
fears
and
fineries
,
she
had
a
tall
firm
robust
figure
,
and
a
rosy
good-natured
face
,
with
a
manner
that
,
though
perfectly
feminine
,
had
in
it
an
air
of
strength
and
determination
.
Hollywell
was
a
hamlet
,
two
miles
from
the
parish
church
of
East-hill
,
and
Mary
had
thus
seen
very
little
of
the
Edmonstones
'
guest
,
having
only
been
introduced
to
him
after
church
on
Sunday
.
The
pleasure
on
which
Charles
chiefly
reckoned
for
that
evening
was
the
talking
him
over
with
her
when
the
ladies
came
in
from
the
dining
room
.
The
Miss
Harpers
,
with
his
sisters
,
gathered
round
the
piano
,
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
satat
Charles
's
feet
,
while
Mary
knitted
and
talked
.
'
So
you
get
on
well
with
him
?
'
'
He
is
one
of
those
people
who
are
never
in
the
way
,
and
yet
you
never
can
forget
their
presence
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
His
manners
are
quite
the
pink
of
courtesy
,
'
said
Mary
.
'
Like
his
grandfather
's
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
that
old-school
deference
and
attention
is
very
chivalrous
,
and
sits
prettily
and
quaintly
on
his
high
spirits
and
animation
;
I
hope
it
will
not
wear
off
.
'
'
A
vain
hope
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
At
present
he
is
like
that
German
myth
,
Kaspar
Hauser
,
who
lived
till
twenty
in
a
cellar
.
It
is
lucky
for
mamma
that
,
in
his
green
state
,
he
is
courtly
instead
of
bearish
.
'
'
Lucky
for
you
,
too
,
Charlie
;
he
spoils
you
finely
.
'
'
He
has
the
rare
perfection
of
letting
me
know
my
own
mind
.
I
never
knew
what
it
was
to
have
my
own
way
before
.
'
'
Is
that
your
complaint
,
Charlie
!
What
next
?
'
said
Mary
.
'
So
you
think
I
have
my
way
,
do
you
,
Mary
?
That
is
all
envy
,
you
see
,
and
very
much
misplaced
.
Could
you
guess
what
a
conflict
it
is
every
time
I
am
helped
up
that
mountain
of
a
staircase
,
or
the
slope
of
my
sofa
is
altered
?
Last
time
Philip
stayed
here
,
every
step
cost
an
argument
,
till
at
last
,
through
sheer
exhaustion
,
I
left
myself
a
dead
weight
on
his
hands
,
to
be
carried
up
by
main
strength
.
And
after
all
,
he
is
such
a
great
,
strong
fellow
,
that
I
am
afraid
he
did
not
mind
it
;
so
next
time
I
crutched
myself
down
alone
,
and
I
hope
that
did
provoke
him
.
'
'
Sir
Guy
is
so
kind
that
I
am
ashamed
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
It
seems
as
if
we
had
brought
him
for
the
sole
purpose
of
waiting
on
Charles
.
'
'
Half
his
heart
is
in
his
horse
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
Never
had
man
such
delight
in
the
'
brute
creation
.
'
'
'
They
have
been
his
chief
playfellows
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
the
chief
of
his
time
was
spent
in
wandering
in
the
woods
or
on
the
beach
,
watching
them
and
their
ways
.
'
'
I
fairly
dreamt
of
that
Elysium
of
his
last
night
,
'
said
Charles
:
'
a
swamp
half
frozen
on
a
winter
's
night
,
full
of
wild
ducks
.
Here
,
Charlotte
,
come
and
tell
Mary
the
roll
of
Guy
's
pets
.
'
Charlotte
began
.
'
There
was
the
seagull
,
and
the
hedgehog
,
and
the
fox
,
and
the
badger
,
and
the
jay
,
and
the
monkey
,
that
he
bought
because
it
was
dying
,
and
cured
it
,
only
it
died
the
next
winter
,
and
a
toad
,
and
a
raven
,
and
a
squirrel
,
and
—
'
'
That
will
do
,
Charlotte
.
'
'
Oh
!
but
Mary
has
not
heard
the
names
of
all
his
dogs
.
And
,
Mary
,
he
has
cured
Bustle
of
hunting
my
Puss
.
We
held
them
up
to
each
other
,
and
Puss
hissed
horribly
,
but
Bustle
did
not
mind
it
a
bit
;
and
the
other
day
,
when
Charles
tried
to
set
him
at
her
,
he
would
not
take
the
least
notice
.
'
'
Now
,
Charlotte
,
'
said
Charles
,
waving
his
hand
,
with
a
provoking
mock
politeness
,
'
have
the
goodness
to
return
to
your
friends
.
'
Tea
over
,
Laura
,
in
obedience
to
Philip
,
proposed
the
game
of
definitions
,
which
was
carried
on
with
great
spirit
for
more
than
an
hour
.
It
was
hard
to
say
which
made
most
fun
,
Maurice
,
Charles
,
or
Guy
;
the
last
no
longer
a
spectator
,
but
an
active
contributor
to
the
sport
.
When
the
break
up
came
,
Mary
and
Amabel
were
standing
over
the
table
together
,
collecting
the
scattered
papers
,
and
observing
that
it
had
been
very
good
fun
.
'
Some
so
characteristic
,
'
said
Amy
,
'
such
as
Maurice
's
definition
of
happiness
,
—
a
row
at
Dublin
.
'
'
Some
were
very
deep
,
though
,
'
said
Mary
,
'
if
it
is
not
treason
,
I
should
like
to
make
out
whose
that
other
was
of
happiness
.
'
'
You
mean
this
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
'
Gleams
from
a
brighter
world
,
too
soon
eclipsed
or
forfeited
.
'
I
thought
it
was
Philip
's
,
but
it
is
Sir
Guy
's
writing
.
How
very
sad
!
I
should
not
like
to
think
so
.
And
he
was
so
merry
all
the
time
!
This
is
his
,
too
,
I
see
;
this
one
about
riches
being
the
freight
for
which
the
traveller
is
responsible
.
'
'
There
is
a
great
deal
of
character
in
them
,
'
said
Mary
.
'
I
should
not
have
wondered
at
any
of
us
,
penniless
people
,
philosophizing
in
the
fox
and
grapes
style
,
but
for
him
,
and
at
his
age
—
'
'
He
has
been
brought
up
so
as
to
make
the
theory
of
wisdom
come
early
,
'
said
Philip
,
who
was
nearer
than
she
thought
.
'
Is
that
intended
for
disparagement
?
'
she
asked
,
quickly
.
'
I
think
very
highly
of
him
;
he
has
a
great
deal
of
sense
and
right
feeling
,
'
was
Philip
's
sedate
answer
;
and
he
turned
away
to
say
some
last
words
to
Mr.
Thorndale
.
The
Rosses
were
the
last
to
depart
,
Mary
in
cloak
and
clogs
,
while
Mr.
Edmonstone
lamented
that
it
was
in
vain
to
offer
the
carriage
;
and
Mary
laughed
,
and
thanked
,
and
said
the
walk
home
with
Papa
was
the
greatest
of
treats
in
the
frost
and
star-light
.
'
Do
n't
I
pity
you
,
who
always
go
out
to
dinner
in
a
carriage
!
'
were
her
last
words
to
Laura
.
'
Well
,
Guy
,
'
said
Charlotte
,
how
do
you
like
it
?
'
'
Very
much
,
indeed
.
It
was
very
pleasant
.
'
'
You
are
getting
into
the
fairy
ring
,
'
said
Laura
,
smiling
.
'
Ay
,
'
he
said
,
smiling
too
;
'
but
it
does
not
turn
to
tinsel
.
Would
it
if
I
saw
more
of
it
?
'
and
he
looked
at
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
It
would
be
no
compliment
to
ourselves
to
say
so
,
'
she
answered
.
'
I
suppose
tinsel
or
gold
depends
on
the
using
,
'
said
he
,
thoughtfully
;
'
there
are
some
lumps
of
solid
gold
among
those
papers
,
I
am
sure
,
one
,
in
particular
,
about
a
trifle
.
May
I
see
that
again
—
I
mean
—
'
Oh
!
that
was
only
a
quotation
,
'
said
Amy
,
turning
over
the
definitions
again
with
him
,
and
laughing
at
some
of
the
most
amusing
;
while
,
in
the
meantime
,
Philip
went
to
help
Laura
,
who
was
putting
some
books
away
in
the
ante-room
.
'
Yes
,
Laura
,
'
he
said
,
'
he
has
thought
,
mind
and
soul
;
he
is
no
mere
rattle
.
'
'
No
,
indeed
.
Who
could
help
seeing
his
superiority
over
Maurice
?
'
'
If
only
he
does
not
pervert
his
gifts
.
and
if
it
is
not
all
talk
.
I
do
n't
like
such
excess
of
openness
about
his
feelings
;
it
is
too
like
talking
for
talking
's
sake
.
'
'
Mamma
says
it
is
the
transparency
of
youthfulness
.
You
know
he
has
never
been
at
school
;
so
his
thoughts
come
out
in
security
of
sympathy
,
without
fear
of
being
laughed
at
.
But
it
is
very
late
.
Good
night
.
'
The
frost
turned
to
rain
the
next
morning
,
and
the
torrents
streamed
against
the
window
,
seeming
to
have
a
kind
of
attraction
for
Philip
and
Guy
,
who
stood
watching
them
.
Guy
wondered
if
the
floods
would
be
out
at
Redclyffe
;
and
his
cousins
were
interested
by
his
description
of
the
sudden
,
angry
rush
of
the
mountain
streams
,
eddying
fiercely
along
,
bearing
with
them
tree
and
rock
;
while
the
valleys
became
lakes
,
and
the
little
mounds
islets
;
and
the
trees
looked
strangely
out
of
proportion
when
only
their
branches
were
visible
.
'
Oh
!
a
great
flood
is
famous
fun
,
'
said
he
.
'
Surely
,
'
said
Philip
,
'
I
have
heard
some
legend
of
your
being
nearly
drowned
in
some
flood
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
I
had
a
tolerable
ducking
.
'
'
Oh
,
tell
us
about
it
!
'
said
Amy
.
'
Ay
!
I
have
a
curiosity
to
hear
a
personal
experience
of
drowning
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
Come
,
begin
at
the
beginning
.
'
'
I
was
standing
watching
the
tremendous
force
of
the
stream
when
I
saw
an
unhappy
old
ram
floating
along
,
bleating
so
piteously
,
and
making
such
absurd
,
helpless
struggles
,
that
I
could
not
help
pulling
off
my
coat
,
and
jumping
in
after
him
.
It
was
very
foolish
,
for
the
stream
was
too
strong
—
I
was
two
years
younger
then
.
Moreover
,
the
beast
was
very
heavy
,
and
not
at
all
grateful
for
my
kind
intentions
,
and
I
found
myself
sailing
off
to
the
sea
,
with
the
prospect
of
a
good
many
rocks
before
long
;
but
just
then
an
old
tree
stretched
out
its
friendly
arms
through
the
water
;
it
stopped
the
sheep
,
and
I
caught
hold
of
the
branches
,
and
managed
to
scramble
up
,
while
my
friend
got
entangled
in
them
with
his
wool
'
—
'
Omne
cum
Proteus
pecus
egit
altos
Visere
montes
,
'
quoted
Philip
.
'
Ovium
et
summâ
genus
hæsit
ulmo
,
'
added
Guy
.
'
Ovium
,
'
exclaimed
Philip
,
with
a
face
of
horror
.
'
Do
n't
you
know
that
O
in
Ovis
is
short
?
Do
anything
but
take
liberties
with
Horace
!
'
'
Get
out
of
the
tree
first
,
Guy
,
'
said
Charles
,
'
for
at
present
your
history
seems
likely
to
end
with
a
long
ohone
!
'
'
Well
,
Triton
—
not
Proteus
—
came
to
the
rescue
at
last
,
'
said
Guy
,
laughing
;
'
I
could
not
stir
,
and
the
tree
bent
so
frightfully
with
the
current
that
I
expected
every
minute
we
should
all
go
together
;
so
I
had
nothing
for
it
but
to
halloo
as
loud
as
I
could
.
No
one
heard
but
Triton
,
the
old
Newfoundland
dog
,
who
presently
came
swimming
up
,
so
eager
to
help
,
poor
fellow
,
that
I
thought
he
would
have
throttled
me
,
or
hurt
himself
in
the
branches
.
I
took
off
my
handkerchief
and
threw
it
to
him
,
telling
him
to
take
it
to
Arnaud
,
who
I
knew
would
understand
it
as
a
signal
of
distress
.
'
'
Did
he
?
How
long
had
you
to
wait
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
—
it
seemed
long
enough
before
a
most
welcome
boat
appeared
,
with
some
men
in
it
,
and
Triton
in
an
agony
.
They
would
never
have
found
me
but
for
him
,
for
my
voice
was
gone
;
indeed
,
the
next
thing
I
remember
was
lying
on
the
grass
in
the
park
,
and
Markham
saying
,
'
Well
,
sir
,
if
you
do
wish
to
throw
away
your
life
,
let
it
be
for
something
better
worth
saving
than
Farmer
Holt
's
vicious
old
ram
!
'
'
In
the
language
of
the
great
Mr.
Toots
,
'
said
Charles
,
'
I
am
afraid
you
got
very
wet
.
'
'
Were
you
the
worse
for
it
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
Not
in
the
least
.
I
was
so
glad
to
hear
it
was
Holt
's
!
for
you
must
know
that
I
had
behaved
very
ill
to
Farmer
Holt
.
I
had
been
very
angry
at
his
beating
our
old
hound
for
,
as
he
thought
,
worrying
his
sheep
;
not
that
Dart
ever
did
,
though
.
'
'
And
was
the
ram
saved
?
'
'
Yes
,
and
next
time
I
saw
it
,
it
nearly
knocked
me
down
.
'
'
Would
you
do
it
again
?
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
do
n't
know
.
'
'
I
hope
you
had
a
medal
from
the
Humane
Society
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
That
would
have
been
more
proper
for
Triton
.
'
'
Yours
should
have
been
an
ovation
,
'
said
Charles
,
cutting
the
o
absurdly
short
,
and
looking
at
Philip
.
Laura
saw
that
the
spirit
of
teazing
was
strong
in
Charles
this
morning
,
and
suspected
that
he
wanted
to
stir
up
what
he
called
the
deadly
feud
,
and
she
hastened
to
change
the
conversation
by
saying
,
'
You
quite
impressed
Guy
with
your
translation
of
Fra
Cristoforo
.
'
'
Indeed
I
must
thank
you
for
recommending
the
book
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
how
beautiful
it
is
.
'
'
I
am
glad
you
entered
into
it
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
it
has
every
quality
that
a
fiction
ought
to
have
.
'
'
I
never
read
anything
equal
to
the
repentance
of
the
nameless
man
.
'
'
Is
he
your
favourite
character
?
'
said
Philip
,
looking
at
him
attentively
.
'
O
no
—
of
course
not
—
though
he
is
so
grand
that
one
thinks
most
about
him
,
but
no
one
can
be
cared
about
as
much
as
Lucia
.
'
'
Lucia
!
She
never
struck
me
as
more
than
a
well-painted
peasant
girl
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Oh
!
'
cried
Guy
,
indignantly
;
then
controlling
himself
,
he
continued
:
'
She
pretends
to
no
more
than
she
is
,
but
she
shows
the
beauty
of
goodness
in
itself
in
a
—
a
—
wonderful
way
.
And
think
of
the
power
of
those
words
of
hers
over
that
gloomy
desperate
man
.
'
'
Your
sympathy
with
the
Innominato
again
,
'
said
Philip
.
Every
subject
seemed
to
excite
Guy
to
a
dangerous
extent
,
as
Laura
thought
,
and
she
turned
to
Philip
to
ask
if
he
would
not
read
to
them
again
?
'
I
brought
this
book
on
purpose
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
wished
to
read
you
a
description
of
that
print
from
Raffaelle
—
you
know
it
—
the
Madonna
di
San
Sisto
.
'
'
The
one
you
brought
to
show
us
?
'
said
Amy
,
'
with
the
two
little
angels
?
'
'
Yes
,
here
is
the
description
,
'
and
he
began
to
read
—
'
Dwell
on
the
form
of
the
Child
,
more
than
human
in
grandeur
,
seated
on
the
arms
of
the
Blessed
Virgin
as
on
an
august
throne
.
Note
the
tokens
of
divine
grace
,
His
ardent
eyes
,
what
a
spirit
,
what
a
countenance
is
his
;
yet
His
very
resemblance
to
His
mother
denotes
sufficiently
that
He
is
of
us
and
takes
care
for
us
.
Beneath
are
two
figures
adoring
,
each
in
their
own
manner
.
On
one
side
is
a
pontiff
,
on
the
other
a
virgin
,
each
a
most
sweet
and
solemn
example
,
the
one
of
aged
,
the
other
of
maidenly
piety
and
reverence
.
Between
,
are
two
winged
boys
,
evidently
presenting
a
wonderful
pattern
of
childlike
piety
.
Their
eyes
,
indeed
,
are
not
turned
towards
the
Virgin
,
but
,
both
in
face
and
gesture
,
they
show
how
