Iam
glad
I
know
your
tastes
,
Charles
.
They
do
you
honour
.
'
'
More
than
yours
do
,
if
these
are
yours
,
'
said
Charles
,
reading
them
contemptuously
;
'
Rose
—
generosity
—
Charles
Edward
—
Catherine
Seyton
—
the
civil
wars
.
'
'
You
had
better
not
have
disowned
Charlie
's
,
Lady
Eveleen
?
'
said
Guy
.
'
Nay
,
do
you
think
I
would
put
up
with
such
a
set
as
these
?
'
retorted
Charles
;
'
I
am
not
fallen
so
low
as
the
essence
of
young-ladyism
.
'
'
What
can
you
find
to
say
against
them
?
'
said
Eveleen
.
'
Nothing
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
No
one
ever
can
find
anything
to
say
for
or
against
young
ladies
'
tastes
.
'
'
You
seem
to
be
rather
in
the
case
of
the
tailor
yourself
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
ready
to
do
battle
,
if
you
could
but
get
any
opposition
.
'
'
Only
tell
me
,
'
said
Amy
,
'
how
you
could
wish
to
live
in
the
civil
wars
?
'
'
O
,
because
they
would
be
so
entertaining
.
'
'
There
's
Paddy
,
genuine
Paddy
,
at
last
!
'
exclaimed
Charles
.
'
Depend
upon
it
,
the
conventional
young
lady
wont
do
,
Eva
.
'
After
much
more
discussion
,
and
one
or
two
more
papers
,
came
Guy
's
—
the
last
.
'
Heather
—
Truth
—
King
Charles
—
Sir
Galahad
—
the
present
time
.
'
'
Sir
how
much
?
'
exclaimed
Charles
.
'
Do
n't
you
know
him
?
'
said
Guy
.
'
Sir
Galahad
—
the
Knight
of
the
Siege
Perilous
—
who
won
the
Saint
Greal
.
'
'
What
language
is
that
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
What
!
Do
n't
you
know
the
Morte
d'Arthur
?
I
thought
every
one
did
!
Do
n't
you
,
Philip
?
'
'
I
once
looked
into
it
.
It
is
very
curious
,
in
classical
English
;
but
it
is
a
book
no
one
could
read
through
.
'
'
Oh
!
'
cried
Guy
,
indignantly
,
then
;
'
but
you
only
looked
into
it
.
If
you
had
lived
with
its
two
fat
volumes
,
you
could
not
help
delighting
in
it
.
It
was
my
boating-book
for
at
least
three
summers
.
'
'
That
accounts
for
it
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
a
book
so
studied
in
boyhood
acquires
a
charm
apart
from
its
actual
merits
.
'
'
But
it
has
actual
merits
.
The
depth
,
the
mystery
,
the
allegory
—
the
beautiful
characters
of
some
of
the
knights
.
'
'
You
look
through
the
medium
of
your
imagination
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
but
you
must
pardon
others
for
seeing
a
great
sameness
of
character
and
adventure
,
and
for
disapproving
of
the
strange
mixture
of
religion
and
romance
.
'
'
You
've
never
read
it
,
'
said
Guy
,
striving
to
speak
patiently
.
'
A
cursory
view
is
sufficient
to
show
whether
a
book
will
repay
the
time
spent
in
reading
it
.
'
'
A
cursory
view
enable
one
to
judge
better
than
making
it
your
study
?
Eh
,
Philip
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
It
is
no
paradox
.
The
actual
merits
are
better
seen
by
an
unprejudiced
stranger
than
by
an
old
friend
,
who
lends
them
graces
of
his
own
devising
.
'
Charles
laughed
;
Guy
pushed
back
his
chair
,
and
went
to
look
out
at
the
window
.
Perhaps
Philip
enjoyed
thus
chafing
his
temper
;
for
after
all
he
had
said
to
Laura
,
it
was
satisfactory
to
see
his
opinion
justified
,
so
that
he
might
not
feel
himself
unfair
.
It
relieved
his
uneasiness
lest
his
understanding
with
Laura
should
be
observed
.
It
had
been
in
great
peril
that
evening
,
for
as
the
girls
went
up
to
bed
,
Eveleen
gaily
said
,
'
Why
,
Laura
,
have
you
quarrelled
with
Captain
Morville
?
'
'
How
can
you
say
such
things
,
Eva
?
Good
night
.
'
And
Laura
escaped
into
her
own
room
.
'
What
's
the
meaning
of
it
,
Amy
?
'
pursued
Eveleen
.
'
Only
a
stranger
makes
us
more
formal
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
What
an
innocent
you
are
!
It
is
of
no
use
to
talk
to
you
!
'
said
Eveleen
,
running
away
.
'
No
;
but
Eva
,
'
said
Amy
,
pursuing
her
;
'
do
n't
go
off
with
a
wrong
fancy
.
Charles
has
teased
Laura
so
much
about
Philip
,
that
of
course
it
makes
her
shy
of
him
before
strangers
;
and
it
would
never
have
done
to
laugh
about
their
choosing
the
same
things
,
when
Mr.
Thorndale
was
there
.
'
'
I
must
be
satisfied
,
I
suppose
.
I
know
that
is
what
you
think
,
for
you
could
not
say
any
other
.
'
'
But
what
do
you
think
?
'
said
Amy
,
puzzled
.
'
I
wo
n't
tell
you
,
little
innocence
—
it
would
only
shock
you
.
'
'
Nothing
you
really
thought
about
Laura
could
shock
me
,
'
said
Amy
;
'
I
do
n't
mean
what
you
might
say
in
play
.
'
'
Well
,
then
,
shall
you
think
me
in
play
or
earnest
when
I
say
that
I
think
Laura
likes
Philip
very
much
?
'
'
In
play
,
'
said
Amy
;
'
for
you
know
that
if
we
had
not
got
our
own
Charlie
to
show
us
what
a
brother
is
,
we
should
think
of
Philip
as
just
the
same
as
a
brother
.
'
'
A
brother
!
You
are
pretending
to
be
more
simple
than
you
really
are
,
Amy
!
Do
n't
you
know
what
I
mean
?
'
'
O
,
'
said
Amy
,
her
cheeks
lighting
up
,
'
that
must
be
only
play
,
for
he
has
never
asked
her
.
'
'
Ah
!
but
suppose
she
was
in
the
state
just
ready
to
be
asked
.
'
'
No
,
that
could
never
be
,
for
he
could
never
ask
her
.
'
'
Why
not
,
little
Amy
?
'
'
Because
we
are
cousins
,
and
everything
!
'
said
Amy
,
confused
.
'
Do
n't
talk
any
more
about
it
,
Eva
;
for
though
I
know
it
is
all
play
,
I
do
n't
like
it
,
and
mamma
would
not
wish
me
to
talk
of
such
things
.
And
do
n't
you
laugh
about
it
,
dear
Eva
,
pray
;
for
it
only
makes
every
one
uncomfortable
.
Pray
!
'
Amy
had
a
very
persuasive
way
of
saying
'
pray
,
'
and
Eveleen
thought
she
must
yield
to
it
.
Besides
,
she
respected
Laura
and
Captain
Morville
too
much
to
resolve
to
laugh
at
them
,
whatever
she
might
do
when
her
fear
of
the
Captain
made
her
saucy
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
thought
it
best
on
all
accounts
to
sit
in
the
drawing-room
the
next
morning
;
but
she
need
not
have
taken
so
much
pains
to
chaperon
her
young
ladies
,
for
the
gentlemen
did
not
come
near
them
.
Laura
was
more
at
ease
in
manner
,
though
very
far
from
happy
,
for
she
was
restlessly
eager
for
a
talk
with
Philip
;
while
he
was
resolved
not
to
seek
a
private
interview
,
sure
that
it
would
excite
suspicion
,
and
willing
to
lose
the
consciousness
of
his
underhand
proceedings
.
This
was
the
day
of
the
dinner-party
,
and
Laura
's
heart
leapt
as
she
calculated
that
it
must
fall
to
Philip
's
lot
to
hand
her
in
to
dinner
.
She
was
not
mistaken
,
he
did
give
her
his
arm
;
and
they
found
themselves
most
favourably
placed
,
for
Philip
's
other
neighbour
was
Mrs.
Brownlow
,
talking
at
a
great
rate
to
Mr.
de
Courcy
,
and
on
Laura
's
side
was
the
rather
deaf
Mr.
Hayley
,
who
had
quite
enough
to
do
to
talk
to
Miss
Brownlow
.
Charles
was
not
at
table
,
and
not
one
suspicious
eye
could
rest
on
them
;
yet
it
was
not
till
the
second
course
was
in
progress
that
he
said
anything
which
the
whole
world
might
not
have
heard
.
Something
had
passed
about
Canterbury
,
and
its
distance
from
Hollywell
.
'
I
can
be
here
often
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
am
glad
.
'
'
If
you
can
only
be
guarded
,
—
and
I
think
you
are
becoming
so
.
'
'
Is
this
a
time
to
speak
of
—
?
Oh
,
do
n't
!
'
'
It
is
the
only
time
.
No
one
is
attending
,
and
I
have
something
to
say
to
you
.
'
Overpowering
her
dire
confusion
,
in
obedience
to
him
,
she
looked
at
the
epergne
,
and
listened
.
'
You
have
acted
prudently
.
You
have
checked
—
'
and
he
indicated
Guy
,
'
without
producing
more
than
moderate
annoyance
.
You
have
only
to
guard
your
self-possession
.
'
'
It
is
very
foolish
,
'
she
murmured
.
'
Ordinary
women
say
so
,
and
rest
contented
with
the
folly
.
You
can
do
better
things
.
'
There
was
a
thrill
of
joy
at
finding
him
conversing
with
her
as
'
his
own
,
'
it
overcame
her
embarrassment
and
alarm
,
and
wishes
he
would
not
choose
such
a
time
for
speaking
.
'
How
shall
I
?
'
said
she
.
'
Employ
yourself
.
Employ
and
strengthen
your
mind
!
'
'
How
shall
I
,
and
without
you
?
'
'
Find
something
to
prevent
you
from
dwelling
on
the
future
.
That
drawing
is
dreamy
work
,
employing
the
fingers
,
and
leaving
the
mind
free
.
'
'
I
have
been
trying
to
read
,
but
I
cannot
fix
my
mind
.
'
'
Suppose
you
take
what
will
demand
attention
.
Mathematics
,
algebra
.
I
will
send
you
my
first
book
of
algebra
,
and
it
will
help
you
to
work
down
many
useless
dreams
and
anxieties
.
'
'
Thank
you
;
pray
do
,
I
shall
be
very
glad
of
it
.
'
'
You
will
find
it
give
a
power
and
stability
to
your
mind
,
and
no
longer
have
to
complain
of
frivolous
occupation
.
'
'
I
do
n't
feel
frivolous
now
,
'
said
Laura
,
sadly
;
'
I
do
n't
know
why
it
is
that
everything
is
so
altered
,
I
am
really
happier
,
but
my
light
heart
is
gone
.
'
'
You
have
but
now
learnt
the
full
powers
of
your
soul
,
Laura
;
you
have
left
the
world
of
childhood
,
with
the
gay
feelings
which
have
no
depth
.
'
'
I
have
what
is
better
,
'
she
whispered
.
'
You
have
,
indeed
.
But
those
feelings
must
be
regulated
;
and
strengthening
the
intellect
strengthens
the
governing
power
.
'
Philip
,
with
all
his
sense
,
was
mystifying
himself
,
because
he
was
departing
from
right
,
the
only
true
'
good
sense
.
'
His
right
judgment
in
all
things
was
becoming
obscured
,
so
he
talked
metaphysical
jargon
instead
of
plain
practical
truth
,
and
thought
he
was
teaching
Laura
to
strengthen
her
powers
of
mind
,
instead
of
giving
way
to
dreams
,
when
he
was
only
leading
her
to
stifle
meditation
,
and
thus
securing
her
complete
submission
to
himself
.
She
was
happier
after
this
conversation
,
and
better
able
to
pay
attention
to
the
guests
,
nor
did
she
feel
guilty
when
obliged
to
play
and
sing
in
the
evening
—
for
she
knew
he
must
own
that
she
could
do
no
otherwise
.
Lady
Eveleen
gave
,
however
,
its
brilliancy
to
the
party
.
She
had
something
wonderfully
winning
and
fascinating
about
her
,
and
Philip
owned
to
himself
that
it
took
no
small
resolution
on
the
part
of
Mr.
Thorndale
to
keep
so
steadily
aloof
from
the
party
in
the
bay
window
where
she
was
reigning
like
a
queen
,
and
inspiring
gaiety
like
a
fairy
.
She
made
Guy
sing
with
her
;
it
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
sung
,
except
among
themselves
,
as
Mrs.
Edmonstone
had
never
known
whether
he
would
like
to
be
asked
;
but
Eveleen
refused
to
sing
some
of
the
Irish
melodies
unless
he
would
join
her
,
and
without
making
any
difficulty
he
did
so
.
Mrs.
Brownlow
professed
to
be
electrified
,
and
Eveleen
,
declaring
that
she
knew
she
sung
like
a
peacock
,
told
Mrs.
Brownlow
that
the
thing
to
hear
was
Sir
Guy
singing
glees
with
Laura
and
Amy
.
Of
course
,
they
were
obliged
to
sing
.
Mrs.
Brownlow
was
delighted
;
and
as
she
had
considerable
knowledge
of
music
,
they
all
grew
eager
;
and
Philip
thought
it
very
foolish
of
Guy
to
allow
so
much
of
his
talent
and
enthusiasm
to
display
themselves
.
When
all
the
people
were
gone
,
and
the
home
party
had
wished
each
other
good
night
,
Philip
lingered
in
the
drawing-room
to
finish
a
letter
.
Guy
,
after
helping
Charles
up
stairs
,
came
down
a
few
moments
after
,
to
fetch
something
which
he
had
forgotten
.
Philip
looked
up
,
—
'
You
contributed
greatly
to
the
entertainment
this
evening
,
'
he
said
.
Guy
coloured
,
not
quite
sure
that
this
was
not
said
sarcastically
,
and
provoked
with
himself
for
being
vexed
.
'
You
think
one
devoid
of
the
sixth
sense
has
no
right
to
speak
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
ca
n't
expect
all
to
think
it
,
as
I
do
,
one
of
the
best
things
in
this
world
or
out
of
it
,
'
said
Guy
,
speaking
quickly
.
'
I
know
it
is
so
felt
by
those
who
understand
its
secrets
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
would
not
depreciate
it
;
so
you
may
hear
me
patiently
,
Guy
.
I
only
meant
to
warn
you
,
that
it
is
often
the
means
of
bringing
persons
into
undesirable
intimacies
,
from
which
they
cannot
disentangle
themselves
as
easily
as
they
enter
them
.
'
A
flush
crossed
Guy
's
cheek
,
but
it
passed
,
and
he
simply
said
,
—
'
I
suppose
it
may
.
Good
night
.
'
Philip
looked
after
him
,
and
pondered
on
what
it
was
that
had
annoyed
him
—
manner
,
words
,
or
advice
.
He
ascribed
it
to
Guy
's
unwillingness
to
be
advised
,
since
he
had
observed
that
his
counsel
was
apt
to
irritate
him
,
though
his
good
sense
often
led
him
to
follow
it
.
In
the
present
case
,
Philip
thought
Mrs.
Brownlow
and
her
society
by
no
means
desirable
for
a
youth
like
Guy
;
and
he
was
quite
right
.
Philip
and
his
friend
went
the
next
morning
;
and
in
the
afternoon
Laura
received
the
book
of
algebra
,
—
a
very
original
first
gift
from
a
lover
.
It
came
openly
,
with
a
full
understanding
that
she
was
to
use
it
by
his
recommendation
;
her
mother
and
brother
both
thought
they
understood
the
motive
,
which
one
thought
very
wise
,
and
the
other
very
characteristic
.
Lord
Kilcoran
and
Lady
Eveleen
also
departed
.
Eveleen
very
sorry
to
go
,
though
a
little
comforted
by
the
prospect
of
seeing
Laura
so
soon
in
Ireland
,
where
she
would
set
her
going
in
all
kinds
of
'
rationalities
—
reading
,
and
school
teaching
,
and
everything
else
.
'
'
Ay
,
'
said
Charles
,
when
all
were
out
of
hearing
but
his
mother
;
'
and
I
shrewdly
suspect
the
comfort
would
be
still
greater
if
it
was
Sir
Guy
Morville
who
was
coming
.
'
'
It
would
be
no
bad
thing
,
'
said
his
mother
;
'
Eveleen
is
a
nice
creature
,
with
great
capabilities
.
'
'
Capabilities
!
but
will
they
ever
come
to
anything
?
'
'
In
a
few
years
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
and
he
is
a
mere
boy
at
present
,
so
there
is
plenty
of
time
for
both
to
develope
themselves
.
'
'
Most
true
,
madame
mère
;
but
it
remains
to
be
proved
whether
the
liking
for
Sir
Guy
,
which
has
taken
hold
of
my
Lady
Eveleen
,
is
strong
enough
to
withstand
all
the
coquetting
with
young
Irishmen
,
and
all
the
idling
at
Kilcoran
.
'
'
I
hope
she
has
something
better
to
be
relied
on
than
the
liking
for
Sir
Guy
.
'
'
You
may
well
do
so
,
for
I
think
he
has
no
notion
of
throwing
off
his
allegiance
to
you
,
—
his
first
and
only
love
.
He
liked
very
well
to
make
fun
with
Eva
;
but
he
regarded
her
rather
as
a
siren
who
drew
him
off
from
his
Latin
and
Greek
.
'
'
Yes
;
I
am
ashamed
of
myself
for
such
a
fit
of
match-making
!
Forget
it
,
Charlie
,
as
fast
as
you
can
.
'
CHAPTER
XI
.
This
warld
's
wealth
,
when
I
think
o't
,
Its
pride
,
and
a
'
the
lave
o't
,
Fie
,
fie
on
silly
coward
man
,
That
he
should
be
the
slave
o't
.
Burns
.
In
another
week
Mr.
Edmonstone
and
his
eldest
daughter
were
to
depart
on
their
Irish
journey
.
Laura
,
besides
the
natural
pain
in
leaving
home
,
was
sorry
to
be
no
longer
near
Philip
,
especially
as
it
was
not
likely
that
he
would
be
still
at
Broadstone
on
their
return
;
yet
she
was
so
restless
and
dissatisfied
,
that
any
change
was
welcome
,
and
the
fear
of
betraying
herself
almost
took
away
the
pleasure
of
his
presence
.
He
met
them
at
the
railway-station
at
Broadstone
,
where
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
finding
himself
much
too
early
,
recollected
something
he
had
forgotten
in
the
town
,
and
left
his
daughter
to
walk
up
and
down
the
platform
under
Philip
's
charge
.
They
felt
it
a
precious
interval
,
but
both
were
out
of
spirits
,
and
could
hardly
profit
by
it
.
'
You
will
be
gone
long
before
we
come
back
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
In
a
fortnight
or
three
weeks
,
probably
.
'
'
But
you
will
still
be
able
to
come
to
Hollywell
now
and
then
?
'
'
I
hope
so
.
It
is
all
the
pleasure
I
can
look
for
.
We
shall
never
see
such
a
summer
again
.
'
'
Oh
,
it
has
been
a
memorable
one
!
'
'
Memorable
!
Yes
.
It
has
given
me
an
assurance
that
compensates
for
all
I
have
lost
;
yet
it
has
made
me
feel
,
more
than
ever
before
,
how
poverty
withers
a
man
's
hopes
.
'
'
O
Philip
,
I
always
thought
your
poverty
a
great
noble
thing
!
'
'
You
thought
like
a
generous-tempered
girl
,
who
has
known
nothing
of
its
effects
.
'
'
And
do
you
know
that
Guy
says
,
the
thing
to
be
proud
of
,
is
of
holding
the
place
you
do
,
without
the
aid
of
rank
or
riches
.
'
'
I
would
not
have
it
otherwise
,
—
I
would
not
for
worlds
that
my
father
had
acted
otherwise
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
You
understand
that
,
Laura
.
'
'
Of
course
I
do
.
'
'
But
when
you
speak
,
—
when
Guy
speaks
of
my
holding
the
place
I
do
,
you
little
know
what
it
is
to
feel
that
powers
of
usefulness
are
wasted
,
to
know
I
have
the
means
of
working
my
way
to
honour
and
distinction
,
such
as
you
would
rejoice
in
,
Laura
,
to
have
it
all
within
,
yet
feel
it
thrown
away
.
Locksley
Hall
,
again
,
—
'
every
door
is
barred
with
gold
,
and
opens
but
to
golden
keys
.
'
'
I
wish
there
was
anything
to
be
done
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
It
is
my
profession
that
is
the
bar
to
everything
.
I
have
sold
the
best
years
of
my
life
,
and
for
what
?
To
see
my
sister
degrade
herself
by
that
marriage
.
'
'
That
is
the
real
grief
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
But
for
that
,
I
should
never
have
cast
a
look
back
on
what
I
relinquished
.
However
,
why
do
I
talk
of
these
things
,
these
vain
regrets
?
They
only
recurred
because
my
welfare
does
not
concern
myself
alone
,
—
and
here
's
your
father
.
'
Mr.
Edmonstone
returned
,
out
of
breath
,
in
too
much
bustle
to
remark
his
daughter
's
blushes
.
Even
when
the
train
was
moving
off
,
he
still
had
his
head
out
at
the
window
,
calling
to
Philip
that
they
should
expect
a
visit
from
him
as
soon
as
ever
they
returned
.
Such
cordiality
gave
Philip
a
pang
;
and
in
bitterness
of
spirit
he
walked
back
to
the
barracks
.
On
the
way
he
met
Mrs.
Deane
,
who
wanted
to
consult
him
about
inviting
his
cousin
,
Sir
Guy
,
to
a
dinner-party
she
intended
to
give
next
week
.
'
Such
an
agreeable
,
sensible
youth
,
and
we
feel
we
owe
him
some
attention
,
he
took
so
much
pains
to
make
apologies
about
the
ball
.
'
'
I
dare
say
he
will
be
very
happy
to
come
.
'
'
We
will
write
at
once
.
He
is
a
very
fine
young
man
,
without
a
shade
of
vanity
or
nonsense
.
'
'
Yes
,
he
has
very
pleasant
,
unaffected
manners
.
'
'
I
am
sure
he
will
do
credit
to
his
estate
.
It
is
a
very
handsome
fortune
,
is
it
not
?
'
'
It
is
a
very
large
property
.
'
'
I
am
glad
of
it
;
I
have
no
doubt
we
shall
see
him
one
of
the
first
men
of
his
time
.
'
These
words
brought
into
contrast
in
Philip
's
mind
the
difference
between
Guy
's
position
and
his
own
.
The
mere
possession
of
wealth
was
winning
for
Guy
,
at
an
age
when
his
merits
could
only
be
negative
,
that
estimation
which
his
own
tried
character
had
scarcely
achieved
,
placing
him
not
merely
on
a
level
with
himself
,
but
in
a
situation
where
happiness
and
influence
came
unbidden
.
His
own
talent
,
attainments
,
and
equal
,
if
not
superior
claims
,
to
gentle
blood
,
could
not
procure
him
what
seemed
to
lie
at
Guy
's
feet
.
His
own
ability
and
Laura
's
heart
alone
were
what
wealth
could
not
affect
,
yet
when
he
thought
how
the
want
of
it
wasted
the
one
,
and
injured
the
hopes
of
the
other
,
he
recurred
to
certain
visions
of
his
sister
Margaret
's
,
in
days
gone
by
,
of
what
he
was
to
do
as
Sir
Philip
,
lord
of
Redcliffe
.
He
was
speculating
on
what
would
have
happened
had
Guy
died
in
his
sickly
infancy
,
when
,
suddenly
recollecting
himself
,
he
turned
his
mind
to
other
objects
.
Guy
was
not
much
charmed
with
Mrs.
Deane
's
invitation
.
He
said
he
knew
he
must
go
,
to
make
up
for
his
rudeness
about
the
ball
;
but
he
grumbled
enough
to
make
Mrs.
Edmonstone
laugh
at
him
for
being
so
stupid
as
to
want
to
stay
hum-drum
in
the
chimney
corner
.
No
doubt
it
was
very
pleasant
there
.
There
was
that
peculiar
snugness
which
belongs
to
a
remnant
of
a
large
party
,
when
each
member
of
it
feels
bound
to
prevent
the
rest
from
being
dull
.
Guy
devoted
himself
to
Charles
more
than
ever
,
and
in
the
fear
that
he
might
miss
the
late
variety
of
amusement
,
exerted
even
more
of
his
powers
of
entertainment
than
Lady
Eveleen
had
called
forth
.
There
were
grave
readings
in
the
mornings
,
and
long
walks
in
the
afternoons
,
when
he
dragged
Charles
,
in
his
chair
,
into
many
a
place
he
had
never
expected
to
see
again
,
and
enabled
him
to
accompany
his
mother
and
sisters
in
many
a
delightful
expedition
.
In
the
evening
there
was
music
,
or
light
reading
,
especially
poetry
,
as
this
was
encouraged
by
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
in
the
idea
that
it
was
better
that
so
excitable
and
enthusiastic
a
person
as
Guy
should
have
his
objects
of
admiration
tested
by
Charles
's
love
of
ridicule
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
had
left
to
Guy
the
office
of
keeping
the
1st
of
September
,
one
which
he
greatly
relished
.
Indeed
,
when
he
thought
of
his
own
deserted
manors
,
he
was
heard
to
exclaim
,
in
commiseration
for
the
neglect
,
'
Poor
partridges
!
'
The
Hollywell
shooting
was
certainly
not
like
that
at
Redclyffe
,
where
he
could
hardly
walk
out
of
his
own
grounds
,
whereas
here
he
had
to
bear
in
mind
so
many
boundaries
,
that
Philip
was
expecting
to
have
to
help
him
out
of
some
direful
scrape
.
He
had
generally
walked
over
the
whole
extent
,
and
assured
himself
that
the
birds
were
very
wild
,
and
Bustle
the
best
of
dogs
,
before
breakfast
,
so
as
to
be
ready
for
all
the
occupations
of
the
day
.
He
could
scarcely
be
grateful
when
the
neighbours
,
thinking
it
must
be
very
dull
for
him
to
be
left
alone
with
Mrs.
Edmonstone
and
her
crippled
son
,
used
to
ask
him
to
shoot
or
dine
.
He
always
lamented
at
first
,
and
ended
by
enjoying
himself
.
One
night
,
he
came
home
in
such
a
state
of
eagerness
,
that
he
must
needs
tell
his
good
news
;
and
,
finding
no
one
in
the
drawing-room
,
he
ran
up-stairs
,
opened
Charles
's
door
,
and
exclaimed
,
—
'
There
's
to
be
a
concert
at
Broadstone
!
'
Then
perceiving
that
Charles
was
fast
asleep
,
he
retreated
noiselessly
,
reserving
his
rejoicings
till
morning
,
when
it
appeared
that
Charles
had
heard
,
but
had
woven
the
announcement
into
a
dream
.
This
concert
filled
Guy
's
head
.
His
only
grief
was
that
it
was
to
be
in
the
evening
,
so
that
Charles
could
not
go
to
it
,
and
his
wonder
was
not
repressed
at
finding
that
Philip
did
not
mean
to
favour
it
with
his
presence
,
since
Guy
would
suffice
for
squire
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
and
her
daughters
.
In
fact
,
Philip
was
somewhat
annoyed
by
the
perpetual
conversation
about
the
concert
,
and
on
the
day
on
which
it
was
to
take
place
,
resolved
on
making
a
long
expedition
to
visit
the
ruins
of
an
old
abbey
,
far
out
of
all
reports
of
it
.
As
he
was
setting
out
,
he
was
greeted
,
in
a
very
loud
voice
,
by
Mr.
Gordon
.
'
Hollo
,
Morville
!
how
are
you
?
So
you
have
great
doings
to-night
,
I
hear
!
'
and
he
had
only
just
forced
himself
from
him
,
when
he
was
again
accosted
,
this
time
in
a
hasty
,
embarrassed
manner
,
—
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
but
the
ties
of
relationship
—
'
He
drew
himself
up
as
if
he
was
on
parade
,
faced
round
,
and
replied
with
an
emphatic
'
Sir
!
'
as
he
beheld
a
thin
,
foreign-looking
man
,
in
a
somewhat
flashy
style
of
dress
,
who
,
bowing
low
,
repeated
breathlessly
,
—
'
I
beg
your
pardon
—
Sir
Guy
Morville
,
I
believe
?
'
'
Captain
Morville
,
sir
.
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
—
I
mistook
.
A
thousand
pardons
,
'
and
he
retreated
;
while
Philip
,
after
a
moment
's
wonder
,
pursued
his
walk
.
The
Hollywell
party
entered
Broadstone
in
a
very
different
temper
,
and
greatly
did
they
enjoy
the
concert
,
both
for
themselves
and
for
each
other
.
In
the
midst
of
it
,
while
Amy
was
intent
on
the
Italian
words
of
a
song
,
Guy
touched
her
hand
,
and
pointed
to
a
line
in
the
programme
—
Solo
on
the
Violin
...
Mr.
S.
B
.
Dixon
.
She
looked
up
in
his
face
with
an
expression
full
of
inquiry
;
but
it
was
no
time
for
speaking
,
and
she
only
saw
how
the
colour
mantled
on
his
cheek
when
the
violinist
appeared
,
and
how
he
looked
down
the
whole
time
of
the
performance
,
only
now
and
then
venturing
a
furtive
though
earnest
glance
.
He
did
not
say
anything
till
they
were
seated
in
the
carriage
,
and
then
astonished
Mrs.
Edmonstone
by
exclaiming
,
—
'
It
must
be
my
uncle
!
—
I
am
sure
it
must
.
I
'll
ride
to
Broadstone
the
first
thing
to-morrow
,
and
find
him
out
.
'
'
Your
uncle
!
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
I
never
thought
of
that
.
'
'
S
.
B
.
Dixon
!
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
know
his
name
is
Sebastian
.
It
cannot
be
any
one
else
.
You
know
he
went
to
America
.
How
curious
it
is
!
I
suppose
there
is
no
fear
of
his
being
gone
before
I
can
come
in
to-morrow
?
'
'
I
should
think
not
.
Those
musical
people
keep
late
hours
.
'
'
I
would
go
before
breakfast
.
Perhaps
it
would
be
best
to
go
to
old
Redford
,
he
will
know
all
about
him
;
or
to
the
music-shop
.
I
am
so
glad
!
It
is
the
very
thing
I
always
wished
.
'
'
Did
you
?
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
to
herself
.
'
I
ca
n't
say
every
one
would
be
of
your
mind
;
but
I
ca
n't
help
liking
you
the
better
for
it
.
I
wish
the
man
had
kept
further
off
.
I
wish
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
at
home
.
I
hope
no
harm
will
come
of
it
.
I
wonder
what
I
ought
to
do
.
Shall
I
caution
him
?
No
;
I
do
n't
think
I
can
spoil
his
happiness
—
and
perhaps
the
man
may
be
improved
.
He
is
his
nearest
relation
,
and
I
have
no
right
to
interfere
.
His
own
good
sense
will
protect
him
—
but
I
wish
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
at
home
.
'
She
therefore
did
not
check
his
expressions
of
delight
,
nor
object
to
his
going
to
Broadstone
early
the
next
morning
.
He
had
just
dismounted
before
the
inn-yard
,
when
a
boy
put
a
note
into
his
hand
,
and
he
was
so
absorbed
in
its
contents
,
that
he
did
not
perceive
Philip
till
after
two
greetings
had
passed
unheard
.
When
at
length
he
was
recalled
,
he
started
,
and
exclaimed
,
rapturously
,
as
he
put
the
note
into
his
cousin
's
hand
,
—
'
See
here
—
it
is
himself
!
'
'
Who
?
'
'
My
uncle
.
My
poor
mother
's
own
brother
.
'
'
Sebastian
Bach
Dixon
,
'
read
Philip
.
'
Ha
!
it
was
he
who
took
me
for
you
yesterday
.
'
'
I
saw
him
at
the
concert
—
I
was
sure
it
could
be
no
other
.
I
came
in
on
purpose
to
find
him
,
and
here
he
is
waiting
for
me
.
Is
not
it
a
happy
chance
?
'
'
Happy
!
'
echoed
Philip
,
in
a
far
different
tone
.
'
How
I
have
longed
for
this
—
for
any
one
who
could
remember
and
tell
me
of
her
—
of
my
mother
—
my
poor
,
dear
young
mother
!
And
her
own
brother
!
I
have
been
thinking
of
it
all
night
,
and
he
knows
I
am
here
,
and
is
as
eager
as
myself
.
He
is
waiting
for
me
,
'
ended
Guy
,
hurrying
off
.
'
Stop
!
'
said
Philip
,
gravely
.
'
Think
before
acting
.
I
seriously
advise
you
to
have
nothing
to
do
with
this
man
,
at
least
personally
.
Let
me
see
him
,
and
learn
what
he
wants
.
'
'
He
wants
me
,
'
impatiently
answered
Guy
.
'
You
are
not
his
nephew
.
'
'
Thank
heaven
!
'
thought
Philip
.
'
Do
you
imagine
your
relationship
is
the
sole
cause
of
his
seeking
you
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
—
I
do
n't
care
!
'
cried
Guy
,
with
vehemence
.
'
I
will
not
listen
to
suspicions
of
my
mother
's
brother
.
'
'
It
is
more
than
suspicion
.
Hear
me
calmly
.
I
speak
for
your
good
.
I
know
this
man
's
influence
was
fatal
to
your
father
.
I
know
he
did
all
in
his
power
to
widen
the
breach
with
your
grandfather
.
'
'
That
was
eighteen
years
ago
,
'
said
Guy
,
walking
on
,
biting
his
lip
in
a
fiery
fit
of
impatience
.
'
You
will
not
hear
.
Remember
,
that
his
position
and
associates
render
him
no
fit
companion
for
you
.
Nay
,
listen
patiently
.
You
cannot
help
the
relationship
.
I
would
not
have
you
do
otherwise
than
assist
him
.
Let
him
not
complain
of
neglect
,
but
be
on
your
guard
.
He
will
either
seriously
injure
you
,
or
be
a
burden
for
life
.
'
'
I
have
heard
you
so
far
—
I
can
hear
no
more
,
'
said
Guy
,
no
longer
restraining
his
impetuosity
.
'
He
is
my
uncle
,
that
I
know
;
I
care
for
nothing
else
.
Position
—
nonsense
!
what
has
that
to
do
with
it
?
I
will
not
be
set
against
him
.
'
He
strode
off
;
but
in
a
few
moments
turned
back
,
overtook
Philip
,
said
,
—
'
Thank
you
for
your
advice
.
I
beg
your
pardon
for
my
hastiness
.
You
mean
kindly
,
but
I
must
see
my
uncle
.
'
And
,
without
waiting
for
an
answer
,
he
was
gone
.
In
short
space
he
was
in
the
little
parlour
of
the
music-shop
,
shaking
hands
with
his
uncle
,
and
exclaiming
,
—
'
I
am
so
glad
!
—
I
hoped
it
was
you
!
'
'
It
is
very
noble-hearted
!
I
might
have
known
it
would
be
so
with
the
son
of
my
dearest
sister
and
of
my
generous
friend
!
'
cried
Mr.
Dixon
,
with
eagerness
that
had
a
theatrical
air
,
though
it
was
genuine
feeling
that
filled
his
eyes
with
tears
.
'
I
saw
your
name
last
night
,
'
continued
Guy
.
'
I
would
have
tried
to
speak
to
you
at
once
,
but
I
was
obliged
to
stay
with
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
as
I
was
the
only
gentleman
with
her
.
'
'
Ah
!
I
thought
it
possible
you
might
not
be
able
to
follow
the
dictates
of
your
own
heart
;
but
this
is
a
fortunate
conjuncture
,
in
the
absence
of
your
guardian
.
'
Guy
recollected
Philip
's
remonstrance
,
and
it
crossed
him
whether
his
guardian
might
be
of
the
same
mind
;
but
he
felt
confident
in
having
told
all
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
How
did
you
know
I
was
here
?
'
he
asked
.
'
I
learnt
it
in
a
most
gratifying
way
.
Mr.
Redford
,
without
knowing
our
connexion
—
for
on
that
I
will
always
be
silent
—
mentioned
that
the
finest
tenor
he
had
ever
known
,
in
an
amateur
,
belonged
to
his
pupil
,
Sir
Guy
Morville
.
You
can
imagine
my
feelings
at
finding
you
so
near
,
and
learning
that
you
had
inherited
your
dear
mother
's
talent
and
taste
.
'
The
conversation
was
long
,
for
there
was
much
to
hear
.
Mr.
Dixon
had
kept
up
a
correspondence
at
long
intervals
with
Markham
,
from
whom
he
heard
that
his
sister
's
child
survived
,
and
was
kindly
treated
by
his
grandfather
;
and
inquiring
again
on
the
death
of
old
Sir
Guy
,
learnt
that
he
was
gone
to
live
with
his
guardian
,
whose
name
and
residence
Markham
had
not
thought
fit
to
divulge
.
He
had
been
much
rejoiced
to
hear
his
name
from
the
music-master
,
and
he
went
on
to
tell
how
he
had
been
misled
by
the
name
of
Morville
into
addressing
the
captain
,
who
had
a
good
deal
of
general
resemblance
to
Guy
's
father
,
a
fine
tall
young
man
,
of
the
same
upright
,
proud
deportment
.
He
supposed
he
was
the
son
of
the
Archdeacon
,
and
remembering
how
strongly
his
own
proceedings
had
been
discountenanced
at
Stylehurst
,
had
been
much
disconcerted
;
and
deeming
the
encounter
a
bad
omen
,
had
used
more
caution
in
his
advances
to
his
nephew
.
It
was
from
sincere
affection
that
he
sought
his
acquaintance
,
though
very
doubtful
as
to
the
reception
he
might
meet
,
and
was
both
delighted
and
surprised
at
such
unembarrassed
,
open-hearted
affection
.
The
uncle
and
nephew
were
not
made
to
understand
each
other
.
Sebastian
Dixon
was
a
man
of
little
education
,
and
when
,
in
early
youth
,
his
talents
had
placed
him
high
in
his
own
line
,
he
had
led
a
careless
,
extravagant
life
.
Though
an
evil
friend
,
and
fatal
counsellor
,
he
had
been
truly
attached
to
Guy
's
father
,
and
the
secret
engagement
,
and
runaway
marriage
with
his
beautiful
sister
,
had
been
the
romance
of
his
life
,
promoted
by
him
with
no
selfish
end
.
He
was
a
proud
and
passionate
man
,
and
resenting
Sir
Guy
's
refusal
to
receive
his
sister
as
a
daughter
,
almost
as
much
as
Sir
Guy
was
incensed
at
the
marriage
,
had
led
his
brother-in-law
to
act
in
a
manner
which
cut
off
the
hope
of
reconciliation
,
and
obliged
Archdeacon
Morville
to
give
up
his
cause
.
He
had
gloried
in
supporting
his
sister
and
her
husband
,
and
enabling
them
to
set
the
old
baronet
at
defiance
.
But
young
Morville
's
territorial
pride
could
not
brook
that
he
should
be
maintained
,
and
especially
that
his
child
,
the
heir
of
Redclyffe
,
should
be
born
while
he
was
living
,
at
the
expense
of
a
musician
.
This
feeling
,
aided
by
a
yearning
for
home
,
and
a
secret
love
for
his
father
,
mastered
his
resentment
;
he
took
his
resolution
,
quarrelled
with
Dixon
,
and
carried
off
his
wife
,
bent
with
desperation
on
forcing
his
father
into
receiving
her
.
Sebastian
had
not
surmounted
his
anger
at
this
step
when
he
learnt
its
fatal
consequences
.
Ever
since
that
time
,
nothing
had
prospered
with
him
:
he
had
married
,
and
sunk
himself
lower
,
and
though
he
had
an
excellent
engagement
,
the
days
were
past
when
he
was
the
fashion
,
and
his
gains
and
his
triumphs
were
not
what
they
had
been
.
He
had
a
long
list
of
disappointments
and
jealousies
with
which
to
entertain
Guy
,
who
,
on
his
side
,
though
resolved
to
like
him
,
and
dreading
to
be
too
refined
to
be
friends
with
his
relations
,
could
not
feel
as
thoroughly
pleased
as
he
intended
to
have
been
.
Music
was
,
however
,
a
subject
on
which
they
could
meet
with
equal
enthusiasm
,
and
by
means
of
this
,
together
with
the
aid
of
his
own
imagination
,
Guy
contrived
to
be
very
happy
.
He
stayed
with
his
uncle
as
long
as
he
could
,
and
promised
to
spend
a
day
with
him
in
London
,
on
his
way
to
Oxford
,
in
October
.
The
next
morning
,
when
Philip
knew
that
Guy
would
be
with
his
tutor
,
he
walked
to
Hollywell
,
came
straight
up
to
his
aunt
's
dressing-room
,
asked
her
to
send
Charlotte
down
to
practise
,
and
,
seating
himself
opposite
to
her
,
began
,
—
'
What
do
you
mean
to
do
about
this
unfortunate
rencontre
?
'
'
Do
you
mean
Guy
and
his
uncle
?
He
is
very
much
pleased
,
poor
boy
!
I
like
his
entire
freedom
from
false
shame
.
'
'
A
little
true
shame
would
be
hardly
misplaced
about
such
a
connexion
!
'
'
It
is
not
his
fault
,
and
I
hope
it
will
not
be
his
misfortune
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
That
it
will
certainly
be
,
'
replied
Philip
,
'
if
we
are
not
on
our
guard
;
and
,
indeed
,
if
we
are
,
there
is
little
to
be
done
with
one
so
wilful
.
I
might
as
well
have
interfered
with
the
course
of
a
whirlwind
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
Philip
;
he
is
too
candid
to
be
wilful
.
'
'
I
cannot
be
of
your
opinion
,
when
I
have
seen
him
rushing
into
this
acquaintance
,
in
spite
of
the
warnings
he
must
have
had
here
—
to
say
nothing
of
myself
.
'
'
Nay
,
there
I
must
defend
him
,
though
you
will
think
me
very
unwise
;
I
could
not
feel
that
I
ought
to
withhold
him
from
taking
some
notice
of
so
near
a
relation
.
'
Philip
did
think
her
so
unwise
,
that
he
could
only
reply
,
gravely
,
—
'
We
must
hope
it
may
produce
no
evil
effects
.
'
'
How
!
'
she
exclaimed
,
much
alarmed
.
'
Have
you
heard
anything
against
him
?
'
'
You
remember
,
of
course
,
that
Guy
's
father
was
regularly
the
victim
of
this
Dixon
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
;
but
he
has
had
enough
to
sober
him
.
Do
you
know
nothing
more
?
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
growing
nervously
anxious
lest
she
had
been
doing
wrong
in
her
husband
's
absence
.
'
I
have
been
inquiring
about
him
from
old
Redford
,
and
I
should
judge
him
to
be
a
most
dangerous
companion
;
as
,
indeed
,
I
could
have
told
from
his
whole
air
,
which
is
completely
that
of
a
roué
.
'
'
You
have
seen
him
,
then
?
'
'
Yes
.
He
paid
me
the
compliment
of
taking
me
for
Sir
Guy
,
and
of
course
made
off
in
dismay
when
he
discovered
on
whom
he
had
fallen
.
I
have
seldom
seen
a
less
creditable-looking
individual
.
'
'
But
what
did
Mr.
Redford
say
?
Did
he
know
of
the
connexion
?
'
'
No
;
I
am
happy
to
say
he
did
not
.
The
fellow
has
decency
enough
not
to
boast
of
that
.
Well
,
Redford
did
not
know
much
of
him
personally
;
he
said
he
had
once
been
much
thought
of
,
and
had
considerable
talent
and
execution
:
but
taste
changes
,
or
he
has
lost
something
,
so
that
though
he
stands
tolerably
high
in
his
profession
,
he
is
not
a
leader
.
So
much
for
his
musical
reputation
.
As
to
his
character
,
he
is
one
of
those
people
who
are
called
no
one
's
enemy
but
their
own
,
exactly
the
introduction
,
Guy
has
hitherto
happily
wanted
,
to
every
sort
of
mischief
.
'
'
I
think
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
trying
to
console
herself
,
'
that
Guy
is
too
much
afraid
of
small
faults
to
be
invited
by
larger
evils
.
While
he
punishes
himself
for
an
idle
word
,
he
is
not
likely
to
go
wrong
in
greater
matters
.
'
'
Not
at
present
.
'
'
Is
the
man
in
debt
or
difficulties
?
Guy
heard
nothing
of
that
,
and
I
thought
it
a
good
sign
.
'
'
I
do
n't
suppose
he
is
.
He
ought
not
,
for
he
has
a
fixed
salary
,
besides
what
he
gets
by
playing
at
concerts
when
it
is
not
the
London
season
.
The
wasting
money
on
a
spendthrift
relation
would
be
a
far
less
evil
than
what
I
apprehend
.
'
'
I
wish
I
knew
what
to
do
!
It
is
very
unlucky
that
your
uncle
is
from
home
.
'
'
Very
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
frightened
by
the
sense
of
responsibility
,
and
was
only
anxious
to
catch
hold
of
something
to
direct
her
.
'
'
What
would
you
have
me
do
?
'
she
asked
,
helplessly
.
'
Speak
seriously
to
Guy
.
He
must
attend
to
you
;
he
cannot
fly
out
with
a
woman
as
he
does
with
me
.
Show
him
the
evils
that
must
result
from
such
an
intimacy
.
If
Dixon
was
in
distress
,
I
would
not
say
a
word
,
for
he
would
be
bound
to
assist
him
;
but
as
it
is
,
the
acquaintance
can
serve
no
purpose
but
degrading
Guy
,
and
showing
him
the
way
to
evil
.
Above
all
,
make
a
point
of
his
giving
up
visiting
him
in
London
.
That
is
the
sure
road
to
evil
.
A
youth
of
his
age
,
under
the
conduct
of
a
worn-out
roué
,
connected
with
the
theatres
!
I
can
hardly
imagine
anything
more
mischievous
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
;
I
will
speak
to
him
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
perfectly
appalled
.
She
promised
,
but
she
found
the
fulfilment
difficult
,
in
her
dislike
to
vexing
Guy
,
her
fear
of
saying
what
was
wrong
,
and
a
doubt
,
whether
the
appearance
of
persecuting
Mr.
Dixon
,
was
not
the
very
way
to
prevent
Guy
's
own
good
sense
from
finding
out
his
true
character
;
so
she
waited
,
hoping
Mr.
Edmonstone
might
return
before
Guy
went
to
Oxford
,
or
that
he
might
write
decisively
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
might
have
known
her
husband
better
than
to
expect
him
to
write
decisively
when
he
had
neither
herself
nor
Philip
at
his
elbow
.
The
same
post
had
brought
him
a
letter
from
Guy
,
mentioning
his
meeting
with
his
uncle
,
and
frankly
explaining
his
plans
for
London
;
another
from
Philip
,
calling
on
him
to
use
all
his
authority
to
prevent
this
intercourse
,
and
a
third
from
his
wife
.
Bewildered
between
them
,
he
took
them
to
his
sister
,
who
,
being
as
puzzle-headed
as
himself
,
and
only
hearing
his
involved
history
of
the
affair
,
confused
him
still
more
;
so
he
wrote
to
Philip
,
saying
he
was
sorry
the
fellow
had
turned
up
,
but
he
would
guard
against
him
.
He
told
Guy
he
was
sorry
to
say
that
his
uncle
used
to
be
a
sad
scamp
,
and
he
must
take
care
,
or
it
would
be
his
poor
father
's
story
over
again
;
and
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
he
wrote
that
it
was
very
odd
that
everything
always
did
go
wrong
when
he
was
away
.
He
thought
these
letters
a
great
achievement
,
but
his
wife
's
perplexity
was
not
materially
relieved
.
After
considering
a
good
while
,
she
at
length
spoke
to
Guy
;
but
it
was
not
at
a
happy
time
,
for
Philip
,
despairing
of
her
,
had
just
taken
on
himself
to
remonstrate
,
and
had
angered
him
to
the
verge
of
an
outbreak
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
as
mildly
as
she
could
,
urged
on
him
that
such
intercourse
could
bring
him
little
satisfaction
,
and
might
be
very
inconvenient
;
that
his
uncle
was
in
no
distress
,
and
did
not
require
assistance
;
and
that
it
was
too
probable
that
in
seeking
him
out
he
might
meet
with
persons
who
might
unsettle
his
principles
,
—
in
short
,
that
he
had
much
better
give
up
the
visit
to
London
.
'
This
is
Philip
's
advice
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
It
is
;
but
—
'
Guy
looked
impatient
,
and
she
paused
.
'
You
must
forgive
me
,
'
he
said
,
'
if
I
follow
my
own
judgment
.
If
Mr.
Edmonstone
chose
to
lay
his
commands
on
me
,
I
suppose
I
must
submit
;
but
I
cannot
see
that
I
am
bound
to
obey
Philip
.
'
'
Not
to
obey
,
certainly
;
but
his
advice
—
'
'
He
is
prejudiced
and
unjust
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
do
n't
believe
that
my
uncle
would
attempt
to
lead
me
into
bad
company
;
and
surely
you
would
not
have
me
neglect
or
look
coldly
on
one
who
was
so
much
attached
to
my
parents
.
If
he
is
not
a
gentleman
,
and
is
looked
down
on
by
the
world
,
it
is
not
for
his
sister
's
son
to
make
him
conscious
of
it
.
'
'
I
like
your
feeling
,
Guy
;
I
can
say
nothing
against
it
,
but
that
I
am
much
afraid
your
uncle
is
not
highly
principled
.
'
'
You
have
only
Philip
's
account
of
him
.
'
'
You
are
resolved
?
'
'
Yes
.
I
do
not
like
not
to
take
your
advice
,
but
I
do
believe
this
is
my
duty
.
I
do
not
think
my
determination
is
made
in
self
will
,
'
said
Guy
,
thoughtfully
;
'
I
cannot
think
that
I
ought
to
neglect
my
uncle
,
because
I
happen
to
have
been
born
in
a
different
station
,
which
is
all
I
have
heard
proved
against
him
,
'
he
added
,
smiling
.
'
You
will
forgive
me
,
will
you
not
,
for
not
following
your
advice
?
for
really
and
truly
,
if
you
will
let
me
say
so
,
I
think
you
would
not
have
given
it
if
Philip
had
not
been
talking
to
you
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
confessed
,
with
a
smile
,
that
perhaps
it
was
so
;
but
said
she
trusted
much
to
Philip
's
knowledge
of
the
world
.
Guy
agreed
to
this
;
though
still
declaring
Philip
had
no
right
to
set
him
against
his
uncle
,
and
there
the
discussion
ended
.
Guy
went
to
London
.
Philip
thought
him
very
wilful
and
his
aunt
very
weak
;
and
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
on
coming
home
,
said
it
could
not
be
helped
,
and
he
wished
to
hear
no
more
about
the
matter
.
CHAPTER
XII
.
Her
playful
smile
,
her
buoyance
wild
,
Bespeak
the
gentle
mirthful
child
;
But
in
her
forehead
's
broad
expanse
,
Her
chastened
tones
,
her
thoughtful
glance
,
Is
mingled
,
with
this
child
's
light
glee
,
The
modest
maiden
's
dignity
.
One
summer
's
day
,
two
years
after
the
ball
and
review
,
Mary
Ross
and
her
father
were
finishing
their
early
dinner
,
when
she
said
,
—
'
If
you
do
n't
want
me
this
afternoon
,
papa
,
I
think
I
shall
walk
to
Hollywell
.
You
know
Eveleen
de
Courcy
is
there
.
'
'
No
,
I
did
not
.
What
has
brought
her
?
'
'
As
Charles
expresses
it
,
she
has
over-polked
herself
in
London
,
and
is
sent
here
for
quiet
and
country
air
.
I
want
to
call
on
her
,
and
to
ask
Sir
Guy
to
give
me
some
idea
as
to
the
singing
the
children
should
practise
for
the
school
feast
.
'
'
Then
you
think
Sir
Guy
will
come
to
the
feast
?
'
'
I
reckon
on
him
to
conceal
all
the
deficiencies
in
the
children
's
singing
.
'
'
He
wont
desert
you
,
as
he
did
Mrs.
Brownlow
?
'
'
O
papa
!
you
surely
did
not
think
him
to
blame
in
that
affair
?
'
'
Honestly
,
Mary
,
if
I
thought
about
the
matter
at
all
,
I
thought
it
a
pity
he
should
go
so
much
to
the
Brownlows
.
'
'
I
believe
I
could
tell
you
the
history
,
if
you
thought
it
worth
while
;
and
though
it
may
be
gossip
,
I
should
like
you
to
do
justice
to
Sir
Guy
.
'
'
Very
well
;
though
I
do
n't
think
there
is
much
danger
of
my
doing
otherwise
.
I
only
wondered
he
should
become
intimate
there
at
all
.
'
'
I
believe
Mrs.
Edmonstone
thinks
it
right
he
should
see
as
much
of
the
world
as
possible
,
and
not
be
always
at
home
in
their
own
set
.
'
'
Fair
and
proper
.
'
'
You
know
,
she
has
shown
him
all
the
people
she
could
,
—
had
Eveleen
staying
there
,
and
the
Miss
Nortons
,
and
hunted
him
out
to
parties
,
when
he
had
rather
have
been
at
home
.
'
'
I
thought
he
was
fond
of
society
.
I
remember
your
telling
me
how
amused
you
were
with
his
enjoyment
of
his
first
ball
.
'
'
Ah
!
he
was
two
years
younger
then
,
and
all
was
new
.
He
seems
to
me
too
deep
and
sensitive
not
to
find
more
pain
than
pleasure
in
commonplace
society
.
I
have
sometimes
seen
that
he
cannot
speak
either
lightly
or
harshly
of
what
he
disapproves
,
and
people
do
n't
understand
him
.
I
was
once
sitting
next
him
,
when
there
was
some
talking
going
on
about
an
elopement
;
he
did
not
laugh
,
looked
almost
distressed
,
and
at
last
said
,
in
a
very
low
voice
,
to
me
,
'
I
wish
people
would
not
laugh
about
such
things
.
'
'
He
is
an
extraordinary
mixture
of
gaiety
of
heart
and
seriousness
.
'
'
Well
,
when
Mrs.
Brownlow
had
her
nieces
with
her
,
and
was
giving
those
musical
parties
,
his
voice
made
him
valuable
;
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
told
him
he
ought
to
go
to
them
.
I
believe
he
liked
it
at
first
,
but
he
found
there
was
no
end
to
it
;
it
took
up
a
great
deal
of
time
,
and
was
a
style
of
thing
altogether
that
was
not
desirable
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
thought
at
first
his
reluctance
was
only
shyness
and
stay-at-home
nonsense
,
that
ought
to
be
overcome
;
but
when
she
had
been
there
;
and
saw
how
Mrs.
Brownlow
beset
him
,
and
the
unpleasant
fuss
they
made
about
his
singing
,
she
quite
came
round
to
his
mind
,
and
was
very
sorry
she
had
exposed
him
to
so
much
that
was
disagreeable
.
'
'
Well
,
Mary
,
I
am
glad
to
hear
your
account
.
My
impression
arose
from
something
Philip
Morville
said
.
'
'
Captain
Morville
never
can
approve
of
anything
Sir
Guy
does
!
It
is
not
like
Charles
.
'
'
How
improved
Charles
Edmonstone
is
.
He
has
lost
that
spirit
of
repining
and
sarcasm
,
and
lives
as
if
he
had
an
object
.
'
'
Yes
;
he
employs
himself
now
,
and
teaches
Amy
to
do
the
same
.
You
know
,
after
the
governess
went
,
we
were
afraid
little
Amy
would
never
do
anything
but
wait
on
Charles
,
and
idle
in
her
pretty
gentle
way
;
but
when
he
turned
to
better
things
so
did
she
,
and
her
mind
has
been
growing
all
this
time
.
Perhaps
you
do
n't
see
it
,
for
she
has
not
lost
her
likeness
to
a
kitten
,
and
looks
all
demure
silence
with
the
elders
,
but
she
takes
in
what
the
wise
say
.
'
'
She
is
a
very
good
little
thing
;
and
I
dare
say
will
not
be
the
worse
for
growing
up
slowly
.
'
'
Those
two
sisters
are
specimens
of
fast
and
slow
growth
.
Laura
has
always
seemed
to
be
so
much
more
than
one
year
older
than
Amy
,
especially
of
late
.
She
is
more
like
five-and-twenty
than
twenty
.
I
wonder
if
she
overworks
herself
.
But
how
we
have
lingered
over
our
dinner
!
'
By
half-past
three
,
Mary
was
entering
a
copse
which
led
into
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
field
,
when
she
heard
gay
tones
,
and
a
snatch
of
one
of
the
sweetest
of
old
songs
,
—
A
merry
,
clear
laugh
followed
;
and
a
turn
in
the
path
showed
her
Guy
,
Amy
,
and
Charlotte
,
busy
over
a
sturdy
stock
of
eglantine
.
Guy
,
little
changed
in
these
two
years
,
—
not
much
taller
,
and
more
agile
than
robust
,
—
was
lopping
vigorously
with
his
great
pruning-knife
,
Amabel
nursing
a
bundle
of
drooping
rose
branches
,
Charlotte
,
her
bonnet
in
a
garland
of
wild
sweet-brier
,
holding
the
matting
,
and
continually
getting
entangled
in
the
long
thorny
wreaths
.
'
And
here
comes
the
'
friar
of
orders
grey
,
'
to
tell
you
so
,
'
exclaimed
Guy
,
as
Mary
,
in
her
grey
dress
,
came
on
them
.
'
Oh
,
that
is
right
,
dear
good
friar
!
'
cried
Amy
.
'
We
are
so
busy
,
'
said
Charlotte
;
'
Guy
has
made
Mr.
Markham
send
all
these
choice
buds
from
Redclyffe
.
'
'
Not
from
the
park
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
we
do
n't
deal
much
in
gardening
;
but
Markham
is
a
great
florist
,
and
these
are
his
bounties
.
'
'
And
are
you
cutting
that
beautiful
wild
rose
to
pieces
?
'
'
Is
it
not
a
pity
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
We
have
used
up
all
the
stocks
in
the
garden
,
and
this
is
to
be
transplanted
in
the
autumn
.
'
'
She
has
been
consoling
it
all
the
time
by
telling
it
it
is
for
its
good
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
cutting
off
wild
shoots
,
and
putting
in
better
things
.
'
'
I
never
said
anything
so
pretty
;
and
,
after
all
,
I
do
n't
know
that
the
grand
roses
will
