anyof
his
pupils
,
but
Morville
would
esteem
their
receiving
him
as
an
act
of
forgiveness
,
and
besides
,
he
wished
them
to
know
one
whom
he
valued
so
highly
.
Guy
thus
found
himself
admitted
into
an
entirely
new
region
.
There
were
two
sisters
,
together
in
everything
.
Jane
,
the
younger
,
was
a
kind-hearted
,
commonplace
person
,
who
would
never
have
looked
beyond
the
ordinary
range
of
duties
and
charities
;
but
Elizabeth
was
one
of
those
who
rise
up
,
from
time
to
time
,
as
burning
and
shining
lights
.
It
was
not
spending
a
quiet
,
easy
life
,
making
her
charities
secondary
to
her
comforts
,
but
devoting
time
,
strength
,
and
goods
;
not
merely
giving
away
what
she
could
spare
,
but
actually
sharing
all
with
the
poor
,
reserving
nothing
for
the
future
.
She
not
only
taught
the
young
,
and
visited
the
distressed
,
but
she
gathered
orphans
into
her
house
,
and
nursed
the
sick
day
and
night
.
Neither
the
means
nor
the
strength
of
the
two
sisters
could
ever
have
been
supposed
equal
to
what
they
were
known
to
have
achieved
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
power
grew
with
the
occasion
,
and
as
if
they
had
some
help
which
could
not
fail
them
.
Guy
venerated
them
more
and
more
,
and
many
a
long
letter
about
them
was
written
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
for
Amy
to
read
.
There
is
certainly
a
'
tyrannous
hate
'
in
the
world
for
unusual
goodness
,
which
is
a
rebuke
to
it
,
and
there
was
a
strong
party
against
the
sisters
.
At
the
head
of
it
was
Mrs.
Henley
,
who
had
originally
been
displeased
at
their
preferring
the
direction
of
the
clergyman
to
that
of
the
ladies
'
committee
,
though
the
secret
cause
of
her
dislike
was
,
perhaps
,
that
Elizabeth
Wellwood
was
just
what
Margaret
Morville
might
have
been
.
So
she
blamed
them
,
not
,
indeed
,
for
their
charity
,
but
for
slight
peculiarities
which
might
well
have
been
lost
in
the
brightness
of
the
works
of
mercy
.
She
spoke
as
with
her
father
's
authority
,
though
,
if
she
had
been
differently
disposed
,
she
might
have
remembered
that
his
system
and
principles
were
the
same
as
theirs
,
and
that
,
had
he
been
alive
,
he
would
probably
have
fully
approved
of
their
proceedings
.
Archdeacon
Morville
's
name
was
of
great
weight
,
and
justified
many
persons
,
in
their
own
opinion
,
in
the
opposition
made
to
Miss
Wellwood
,
impeding
her
usefulness
,
and
subjecting
her
to
endless
petty
calumnies
.
These
made
Guy
very
angry
.
He
knew
enough
of
the
Archdeacon
through
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
and
the
opinions
held
by
Philip
,
to
think
his
daughter
was
ascribing
to
him
what
he
had
never
held
;
but
,
be
that
as
it
might
,
Guy
could
not
bear
to
hear
good
,
evil
spoken
of
,
and
his
indignation
was
stirred
as
he
heard
these
spiteful
reports
uttered
by
people
who
sat
at
home
at
ease
,
against
one
whose
daily
life
was
only
too
exalted
for
their
imitation
.
His
brow
contracted
,
his
eye
kindled
,
his
lip
was
bitten
,
and
now
and
then
,
when
he
trusted
himself
to
reply
,
it
was
with
a
keen
,
sharp
power
of
rebuke
that
made
people
look
round
,
astonished
to
hear
such
forcible
words
from
one
so
young
.
Mrs.
Henley
was
afraid
of
him
,
without
knowing
it
;
she
thought
she
was
sparing
the
Morville
temper
when
she
avoided
the
subject
,
but
as
she
stood
in
awe
of
no
one
else
,
except
her
brother
,
she
disliked
him
accordingly
.
One
evening
,
Guy
had
been
dining
at
Dr.
Henley
's
,
and
was
setting
out
,
enjoying
his
escape
from
Mrs.
Henley
and
her
friends
,
and
rejoicing
in
the
prospect
of
a
five
miles
'
walk
over
the
hills
by
moonlight
.
He
had
only
gone
the
length
of
two
streets
,
when
he
saw
a
dark
figure
at
a
little
distance
from
him
,
and
a
voice
which
he
had
little
expected
to
hear
,
called
out
,
—
'
Sir
Guy
himself
!
No
one
else
could
whistle
that
Swedish
air
so
correctly
!
'
'
My
uncle
!
'
exclaimed
Guy
.
'
I
did
not
know
that
you
were
here
.
'
Mr.
Dixon
laughed
,
said
something
about
a
fortunate
rencontre
,
and
began
an
account
about
a
concert
somewhere
or
other
,
mixed
up
with
something
about
his
wife
and
child
,
all
so
rambling
and
confused
,
that
Guy
,
beginning
to
suspect
he
had
been
drinking
,
was
only
anxious
to
get
rid
of
him
,
asked
where
he
lodged
,
and
talked
of
coming
to
see
him
in
the
morning
.
He
soon
found
,
however
,
that
this
had
not
been
the
case
,
at
least
,
not
to
any
great
extent
.
Dixon
was
only
nervous
and
excited
,
either
about
something
he
had
done
,
or
some
request
he
had
to
make
,
and
he
went
on
walking
by
his
nephew
's
side
,
talking
in
a
strange
,
desultory
way
of
open
,
generous-hearted
fellows
overlooking
a
little
indiscretion
,
and
of
Guy
's
riches
,
which
he
seemed
to
think
inexhaustible
.
'
If
there
is
anything
that
you
want
me
to
do
for
you
,
tell
me
plainly
what
it
is
,
'
said
Guy
,
at
last
.
Mr.
Dixon
began
to
overwhelm
him
with
thanks
,
but
he
cut
them
short
.
'
I
promise
nothing
.
Let
me
hear
what
you
want
,
and
I
can
judge
whether
I
can
do
it
.
'
Sebastian
broke
out
into
exclamations
at
the
words
'
if
I
can
,
'
as
if
he
thought
everything
in
the
power
of
the
heir
of
Redclyffe
.
'
Have
I
not
told
you
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
that
for
the
present
I
have
very
little
command
of
money
?
Hush
!
no
more
of
that
,
'
he
added
,
sternly
,
cutting
off
an
imprecation
which
his
uncle
was
commencing
on
those
who
kept
him
so
short
.
'
And
you
are
content
to
bear
it
?
Did
you
never
hear
of
ways
and
means
?
If
you
were
to
say
but
one
word
of
borrowing
,
they
would
go
down
on
their
knees
to
you
,
and
offer
you
every
farthing
you
have
to
keep
you
in
their
own
hands
.
'
'
I
am
quite
satisfied
,
'
said
Guy
,
coldly
.
'
The
greater
fool
are
you
!
'
was
on
Dixon
's
lips
,
but
he
did
not
utter
it
,
because
he
wanted
to
propitiate
him
;
and
,
after
some
more
circumlocution
,
Guy
succeeded
in
discovering
that
he
had
been
gambling
,
and
had
lost
an
amount
which
,
unless
he
could
obtain
immediate
assistance
,
would
become
known
,
and
lead
to
the
loss
of
his
character
and
situation
.
Guy
stood
and
considered
.
He
had
an
impulse
,
but
he
did
not
think
it
a
safe
one
,
and
resolved
to
give
himself
time
.
'
'
I
do
not
say
that
I
cannot
help
you
,
'
he
answered
;
'
but
I
must
have
time
to
consider
.
'
'
Time
!
would
you
see
me
ruined
while
you
are
considering
?
'
'
I
suppose
this
must
be
paid
immediately
.
Where
do
you
lodge
?
'
Mr.
Dixon
told
him
the
street
and
number
.
'
You
shall
hear
from
me
to-morrow
morning
.
I
cannot
trust
my
present
thoughts
.
Good
night
!
'
Mr.
Dixon
would
fain
have
guessed
whether
the
present
thoughts
were
favourable
,
but
all
his
hope
in
his
extremity
was
in
his
nephew
;
it
might
be
fatal
to
push
him
too
far
,
and
,
with
a
certain
trust
in
his
good-nature
,
Sebastian
allowed
him
to
walk
away
without
further
remonstrance
.
Guy
knew
his
own
impetuous
nature
too
well
to
venture
to
act
on
impulse
in
a
doubtful
case
.
He
had
now
first
to
consider
what
he
was
able
to
do
,
and
secondly
what
he
would
do
;
and
this
was
not
as
clear
to
his
mind
as
in
the
earlier
days
of
his
acquantance
with
his
uncle
.
Their
intercourse
had
never
been
on
a
comfortable
footing
.
It
would
,
perhaps
,
have
been
better
if
Philip
's
advice
had
been
followed
,
and
no
connexion
kept
up
.
Guy
had
once
begged
for
some
definite
rule
,
since
there
was
always
vexation
when
he
was
known
to
have
been
with
his
uncle
,
and
yet
Mr.
Edmonstone
would
never
absolutely
say
he
ought
not
to
see
him
.
As
long
as
his
guardian
permitted
it
,
or
rather
winked
at
it
,
Guy
did
not
think
it
necessary
to
attend
to
Philip
's
marked
disapproval
.
Part
of
it
was
well
founded
,
but
part
was
dislike
to
all
that
might
be
considered
as
vulgar
,
and
part
was
absolute
injustice
to
Sebastian
Dixon
;
there
was
everything
that
could
offend
in
his
line
of
argument
,
and
in
the
very
circumstance
of
his
interfering
;
and
Guy
had
a
continual
struggle
,
in
which
he
was
not
always
successful
,
to
avoid
showing
the
affront
he
had
taken
,
and
to
reason
down
his
subsequent
indignation
.
The
ever
recurring
irritation
which
Philip
's
conversation
was
apt
to
cause
him
,
made
him
avoid
it
as
far
as
he
could
,
and
retreat
in
haste
from
the
subjects
on
which
they
were
most
apt
to
disagree
,
and
so
his
manner
had
assumed
an
air
of
reserve
,
and
almost
of
distrust
,
with
his
cousin
,
that
was
very
unlike
its
usual
winning
openness
.
This
had
been
one
unfortunate
effect
of
his
intercourse
with
his
uncle
,
and
another
was
a
certain
vague
,
dissatisfied
feeling
which
his
silence
,
and
Philip
's
insinuations
respecting
the
days
he
spent
in
London
left
on
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
mind
,
and
which
gained
strength
from
their
recurrence
.
The
days
were
,
indeed
,
not
many
;
it
was
only
that
in
coming
from
and
going
to
Oxford
,
he
slept
a
night
at
an
hotel
in
London
(
for
his
uncle
never
would
take
him
to
his
lodgings
,
never
even
would
tell
him
where
they
were
,
but
always
gave
his
address
at
the
place
of
his
engagement
)
,
was
conducted
by
him
to
some
concert
in
the
evening
,
and
had
him
to
breakfast
in
the
morning
.
He
could
not
think
there
was
any
harm
in
this
;
he
explained
all
he
had
done
to
Mr.
Edmonstone
the
first
time
,
but
nothing
was
gained
by
it
:
his
visits
to
London
continued
to
be
treated
as
something
to
be
excused
or
overlooked
—
as
something
not
quite
correct
.
He
would
almost
have
been
ready
to
discontinue
them
,
but
that
he
saw
that
his
uncle
regarded
him
with
affection
,
and
he
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
giving
up
a
poor
relation
for
the
sake
of
the
opinion
of
his
rich
friends
.
These
meetings
were
the
one
pure
pleasure
to
which
Sebastian
looked
,
recalling
to
him
the
happier
days
of
his
youth
,
and
of
his
friendship
with
Guy
's
father
;
and
when
Guy
perceived
how
he
valued
them
,
it
would
have
seemed
a
piece
of
cruel
neglect
to
gratify
himself
by
giving
the
time
to
Hollywell
.
Early
in
the
course
of
their
acquaintance
,
the
importunity
of
a
creditor
revealed
that
,
in
spite
of
his
handsome
salary
,
Sebastian
Dixon
was
often
in
considerable
distress
for
money
.
In
process
of
time
,
Guy
discovered
that
at
the
time
his
uncle
had
been
supporting
his
sister
and
her
husband
in
all
the
luxury
he
thought
befitted
their
rank
,
he
had
contracted
considerable
debts
,
and
he
had
only
been
able
to
return
to
England
on
condition
of
paying
so
much
a-year
to
his
creditors
.
This
left
him
very
little
on
which
to
maintain
his
family
;
but
still
his
pride
made
him
bent
on
concealing
his
difficulties
,
and
it
was
not
without
a
struggle
that
he
would
at
first
consent
to
receive
assistance
from
his
nephew
.
Guy
resolved
that
these
debts
,
which
he
considered
as
in
fact
his
father
's
own
,
should
be
paid
as
soon
as
he
had
the
command
of
his
property
;
but
,
in
the
meantime
,
he
thought
himself
bound
to
send
his
uncle
all
the
help
in
his
power
,
and
when
once
the
effort
of
accepting
it
at
all
was
over
,
Dixon
's
expectations
extended
far
beyond
his
power
.
His
allowance
was
not
large
,
and
the
constant
requests
for
a
few
pounds
to
meet
some
pressing
occasion
were
more
than
he
could
well
meet
.
They
kept
him
actually
a
great
deal
poorer
than
men
without
a
tenth
part
of
his
fortune
,
and
at
the
end
of
the
term
he
would
look
back
with
surprise
at
having
been
able
to
pay
his
way
;
but
still
he
contrived
neither
to
exceed
his
allowance
,
nor
to
get
into
debt
.
This
was
,
indeed
,
only
done
by
a
rigid
selfdenial
of
little
luxuries
such
as
most
young
men
look
on
nearly
as
necessaries
;
but
he
had
never
been
brought
up
to
think
self-indulgence
a
consequence
of
riches
,
he
did
not
care
what
was
said
of
him
.
He
had
no
expensive
tastes
,
he
did
not
seek
after
society
,
so
that
he
was
not
ill
prepared
for
such
a
course
,
and
only
thought
of
it
as
an
assistance
in
abstaining
from
the
time-wasting
that
might
have
tempted
him
if
he
had
had
plenty
of
money
to
spend
.
The
only
thing
that
concerned
him
was
a
growing
doubt
lest
he
might
be
feeding
extravagance
instead
of
doing
good
;
and
the
more
he
disliked
himself
for
the
suspicion
,
the
more
it
would
return
.
There
was
no
doubt
much
distress
;
the
children
were
sickly
;
several
of
them
died
;
the
doctor
's
bills
,
and
other
expenses
,
pressed
heavily
,
and
Guy
blamed
himself
for
having
doubted
.
Yet
again
,
he
could
not
conceal
from
himself
traces
that
his
uncle
was
careless
and
imprudent
.
He
had
once
,
indeed
,
in
a
violent
fit
of
self-reproach
,
confessed
as
much
,
allowed
that
what
ought
to
have
been
spent
in
the
maintenance
of
his
family
,
had
gone
in
gambling
,
but
immediately
after
,
he
had
been
seized
with
a
fit
of
terror
,
and
implored
Guy
to
guard
the
secret
,
since
,
if
once
it
came
to
the
knowledge
of
his
creditors
,
it
would
be
all
over
with
him
.
Concealment
of
his
present
difficulties
was
therefore
no
less
necessary
than
assistance
in
paying
the
sum
he
owed
.
Indeed
,
as
far
as
Guy
was
able
to
understand
his
confused
statement
,
what
he
wanted
was
at
once
to
pay
a
part
of
his
debt
,
before
he
could
go
on
to
a
place
where
he
was
engaged
to
perform
,
and
where
he
would
earn
enough
to
make
up
the
rest
.
Guy
had
intended
to
have
sent
for
Deloraine
,
but
had
since
given
up
the
idea
,
in
order
to
be
able
to
help
forward
some
plans
of
Miss
Wellwood
's
,
and
resigning
this
project
would
enable
him
to
place
thirty
pounds
at
his
uncle
's
disposal
,
leaving
him
just
enough
to
pay
his
expenses
at
South
Moor
,
and
carry
him
back
to
Hollywell
.
It
was
sorely
against
his
inclination
that
,
instead
of
helping
a
charity
,
his
savings
should
go
to
pay
gaming
debts
,
and
his
five
miles
'
walk
was
spent
in
self-debate
on
the
right
and
wrong
of
the
matter
,
and
questions
what
should
be
done
for
the
future
—
for
he
was
beginning
to
awaken
to
the
sense
of
his
responsibility
,
and
feared
lest
he
might
be
encouraging
vice
.
Very
early
next
morning
,
Guy
put
his
head
into
his
tutor
's
room
,
announced
that
he
must
walk
into
St.
Mildred
's
on
business
,
but
should
be
back
by
eleven
at
the
latest
,
ran
down
stairs
,
called
Bustle
,
and
made
interest
with
the
farmer
's
wife
for
a
hunch
of
dry
bread
and
a
cup
of
new
milk
Then
,
rejoicing
that
he
had
made
up
his
mind
,
though
not
light-hearted
enough
to
whistle
,
he
walked
across
the
moorland
,
through
the
white
morning
mist
,
curling
on
the
sides
of
the
hills
in
fantastic
forms
,
and
now
and
then
catching
his
lengthened
shadow
,
so
as
to
make
him
smile
by
reminding
him
of
the
spectre
of
the
Brocken
.
Not
without
difficulty
,
he
found
a
back
street
,
and
a
little
shop
,
where
a
slovenly
maid
was
sweeping
the
steps
,
and
the
shutters
were
not
yet
taken
down
.
He
asked
if
Mr.
Dixon
lodged
there
.
'
Yes
,
'
the
woman
said
,
staring
in
amazement
that
such
a
gentleman
could
be
there
at
that
time
in
the
morning
,
asking
for
Mr.
Dixon
.
'
Is
he
at
home
?
'
'
Yes
,
sir
;
but
he
is
not
up
yet
.
He
was
very
late
last
night
.
Did
you
want
to
speak
to
him
?
I
'll
tell
Mrs.
Dixon
.
'
'
Is
Mrs.
Dixon
here
?
Then
tell
her
Sir
Guy
Morville
would
be
glad
to
speak
to
her
.
'
The
maid
curtseyed
,
hurried
off
,
and
returned
with
a
message
from
Mrs.
Dixon
to
desire
he
would
walk
in
.
She
conducted
him
through
a
dark
passage
,
and
up
a
still
darker
stair
,
into
a
dingy
little
parlour
,
with
a
carpet
of
red
and
green
stripes
,
a
horsehair
sofa
,
a
grate
covered
with
cut
paper
,
and
a
general
perfume
of
brandy
and
cigars
.
There
were
some
preparations
for
breakfast
,
but
no
one
was
in
the
room
but
a
little
girl
,
about
seven
years
old
,
dressed
in
shabby-genteel
mourning
.
She
was
pale
and
sickly-looking
,
but
her
eyes
were
of
a
lovely
deep
blue
,
with
a
very
sweet
expression
,
and
a
profusion
of
thick
flaxen
curls
hung
round
her
neck
and
shoulders
.
She
said
,
in
a
soft
,
little
,
shy
voice
,
—
'
Mamma
says
she
will
be
here
directly
,
if
you
will
excuse
her
a
moment
.
'
Having
made
this
formal
speech
,
the
little
thing
was
creeping
off
on
tiptoe
,
so
as
to
escape
before
the
maid
shut
the
door
,
but
Guy
held
out
his
hand
,
sat
down
so
as
to
be
on
a
level
with
her
,
and
said
,
—
'
Do
n't
go
,
my
little
maid
.
Wont
you
come
and
speak
to
your
cousin
Guy
?
'
Children
never
failed
to
be
attracted
,
whether
by
the
winning
beauty
of
his
smile
,
or
the
sweetness
of
the
voice
in
which
he
spoke
to
anything
small
or
weak
,
and
the
little
girl
willingly
came
up
to
him
,
and
put
her
hand
into
his
.
He
stroked
her
thick
,
silky
curls
,
and
asked
her
name
.
'
Marianne
,
'
she
answered
.
It
was
his
mother
's
name
,
and
this
little
creature
had
more
resemblance
to
his
tenderly
cherished
vision
of
his
young
mother
than
any
description
Dixon
could
have
given
.
He
drew
her
closer
to
him
,
took
the
other
small
,
cold
hand
,
and
asked
her
how
she
liked
St.
Mildred
's
.
'
Oh
!
much
better
than
London
.
There
are
flowers
!
'
and
she
proudly
exhibited
a
cup
holding
some
ragged
robins
,
dead
nettles
,
and
other
common
flowers
,
which
a
country
child
would
have
held
cheap
.
He
admired
,
and
gained
more
of
her
confidence
,
so
that
she
had
begun
to
chatter
away
quite
freely
about
'
the
high
,
high
hills
that
reached
up
to
the
sky
,
and
the
pretty
stones
,
'
till
the
door
opened
,
and
Mrs.
Dixon
and
Bustle
made
their
entrance
.
Marianne
was
so
much
afraid
of
the
dog
,
Guy
so
eager
to
console
,
and
her
mother
to
scold
her
,
and
protest
that
it
should
not
be
turned
out
,
that
there
was
nothing
but
confusion
,
until
Guy
had
shown
her
that
Bustle
was
no
dangerous
wild
beast
,
induced
her
to
accept
his
offered
paw
,
and
lay
a
timid
finger
on
his
smooth
,
black
head
,
after
which
the
transition
was
short
to
dog
and
child
sitting
lovingly
together
on
the
floor
,
Marianne
stroking
his
ears
,
and
admiring
him
with
a
sort
of
silent
ecstasy
.
Mrs.
Dixon
was
a
great
,
coarse
,
vulgar
woman
,
and
Guy
perceived
why
his
uncle
had
been
so
averse
to
taking
him
to
his
home
,
and
how
he
must
have
felt
the
contrast
between
such
a
wife
and
his
beautiful
sister
.
She
had
a
sort
of
broad
sense
,
and
absence
of
pretension
,
but
her
manner
of
talking
was
by
no
means
pleasant
,
as
she
querulously
accused
her
husband
of
being
the
cause
of
all
their
misfortunes
,
not
even
restrained
by
the
presence
of
her
child
from
entering
into
a
full
account
of
his
offences
.
Mrs.
Dixon
said
she
should
say
not
a
word
,
she
should
not
care
if
it
was
not
for
the
child
,
but
she
could
not
see
her
wronged
by
her
own
father
,
and
not
complain
;
poor
little
dear
!
she
was
the
last
,
and
she
supposed
she
should
not
keep
her
long
.
It
then
appeared
that
on
her
husband
's
obtaining
an
engagement
for
a
series
of
concerts
at
the
chief
county
town
,
Mrs.
Dixon
had
insisted
on
coming
with
him
to
St.
Mildred
's
in
the
hope
that
country
air
might
benefit
Marianne
,
who
,
in
a
confined
lodging
in
London
,
was
pining
and
dwindling
as
her
brothers
and
sisters
had
done
before
her
.
Sebastian
,
who
liked
to
escape
from
his
wife
's
grumbling
and
rigid
supervision
,
and
looked
forward
to
amusement
in
his
own
way
at
the
races
,
had
grudgingly
allowed
her
to
come
,
and
,
as
she
described
it
,
had
been
reluctant
to
go
to
even
so
slight
an
expense
in
the
hope
of
saving
his
child
's
life
.
She
had
watched
him
as
closely
as
she
could
;
but
he
had
made
his
escape
,
and
the
consequences
Guy
already
knew
.
If
anything
could
have
made
it
worse
,
it
was
finding
that
after
parting
last
night
,
he
had
returned
,
tried
to
retrieve
his
luck
,
had
involved
himself
further
,
had
been
drinking
more
;
and
at
the
very
hour
when
his
nephew
was
getting
up
to
see
what
could
be
done
for
him
,
had
come
home
in
a
state
,
which
made
it
by
no
means
likely
that
he
would
be
presentable
,
if
his
wife
called
him
,
as
she
offered
to
do
.
Guy
much
preferred
arranging
with
her
,
what
was
to
be
done
on
the
present
emergency
.
She
was
disappointed
at
finding
thirty
pounds
was
all
the
help
he
could
give
;
but
she
was
an
energetic
woman
,
full
of
resources
,
and
saw
her
way
,
with
this
assistance
,
through
the
present
difficulty
.
The
great
point
was
to
keep
the
gambling
propensities
out
of
sight
of
the
creditors
;
and
as
long
as
this
was
done
,
she
had
hope
.
Dixon
would
go
the
next
morning
to
the
town
where
the
musical
meeting
was
to
be
held
,
and
there
he
would
be
with
his
employers
,
where
he
had
a
character
to
preserve
,
so
that
she
was
in
no
fear
of
another
outbreak
.
It
ended
,
therefore
,
in
his
leaving
with
her
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
draft
,
securing
its
destination
by
endorsing
it
to
the
person
who
was
to
receive
it
;
and
,
wishing
her
good
morning
,
after
a
few
more
kind
words
to
little
Marianne
,
who
had
sat
playing
with
Bustle
all
the
time
,
sidling
continually
nearer
and
nearer
to
her
new
cousin
,
her
eyes
bent
down
,
and
no
expression
on
her
face
which
could
enable
him
to
guess
how
far
she
listened
to
or
comprehended
conversation
so
unfit
for
her
ear
.
When
he
rose
to
go
,
and
stooped
to
kiss
her
,
she
looked
wistfully
in
his
face
,
and
held
up
a
small
sparkling
bit
of
spar
,
the
most
precious
of
all
her
hoards
,
gleaned
from
the
roadsides
of
St.
Mildred
's
.
'
What
,
child
,
do
you
want
to
give
it
to
Sir
Guy
?
'
said
her
mother
.
'
He
does
not
want
such
trumpery
,
my
dear
,
though
you
make
such
a
work
with
it
.
'
'
Did
you
mean
to
give
it
to
me
,
my
dear
!
'
said
Guy
,
as
the
child
hung
her
head
,
and
crimsoned
with
blushes
,
could
scarcely
whisper
her
timid
'
Yes
.
'
He
praised
it
,
and
let
her
put
it
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
,
and
promised
he
would
always
keep
it
;
and
kissed
her
again
,
and
left
her
a
happy
child
,
confident
in
his
promise
of
always
keeping
it
,
though
her
mother
augured
that
he
would
throw
it
over
the
next
hedge
.
He
was
at
Southmoor
by
eleven
o'clock
,
in
time
for
his
morning
's
business
,
and
made
up
for
the
troubles
of
the
last
few
hours
by
a
long
talk
with
Mr.
Wellwood
,
in
the
afternoon
,
while
the
other
two
pupils
were
gone
to
the
races
,
for
which
he
was
not
inclined
,
after
his
two
ten
mile
walks
.
The
conversation
was
chiefly
on
Church
prospects
in
general
,
and
in
particular
on
Miss
Wellwood
and
her
plans
;
how
they
had
by
degrees
enlarged
and
developed
as
the
sin
,
and
misery
,
and
ignorance
around
had
forced
themselves
more
plainly
on
her
notice
,
and
her
means
had
increased
and
grown
under
her
hand
in
the
very
distribution
.
Other
schemes
were
dawning
on
her
mind
,
of
which
the
foremost
was
the
foundation
of
a
sort
of
school
and
hospital
united
,
under
the
charge
of
herself
,
her
sister
,
and
several
other
ladies
,
who
were
desirous
of
joining
her
,
as
a
sisterhood
.
But
at
present
it
was
hoping
against
hope
,
for
there
were
no
funds
with
which
to
make
a
commencement
.
All
this
was
told
at
unawares
,
drawn
forth
by
different
questions
and
remarks
,
till
Guy
inquired
how
much
'
it
would
take
to
give
them
a
start
?
'
'
It
is
impossible
to
say
.
Anything
,
I
suppose
,
between
one
thousand
and
twenty
.
But
,
by-the-bye
,
this
design
of
Elizabeth
's
is
an
absolute
secret
.
If
you
had
not
almost
guessed
it
,
I
should
never
have
said
one
word
to
you
about
it
.
You
are
a
particularly
dangerous
man
,
with
your
connexion
with
Mrs.
Henley
.
You
must
take
special
good
care
nothing
of
it
reaches
her
.
'
Guy
's
first
impression
was
,
that
he
was
the
last
person
to
mention
it
to
Mrs.
Henley
;
but
when
he
remembered
how
often
her
brother
was
at
Hollywell
,
he
perceived
that
there
might
be
a
train
for
carrying
the
report
back
again
to
her
,
and
recognised
the
absolute
necessity
of
silence
.
He
said
nothing
at
the
time
,
but
a
bright
scheme
came
into
his
head
,
resulting
in
the
request
for
a
thousand
pounds
,
which
caused
so
much
astonishment
.
He
thought
himself
rather
shabby
to
have
named
no
more
,
and
was
afraid
it
was
an
offering
that
cost
him
nothing
;
but
he
much
enjoyed
devising
before
hand
the
letter
with
which
he
would
place
the
money
at
the
disposal
of
Miss
Wellwood
's
hospital
.
CHAPTER
XVI
.
Yet
burns
the
sun
on
high
beyond
the
cloud
;
Each
in
his
northern
cave
,
The
warm
winds
linger
,
but
to
be
allowed
One
breathing
o'er
the
wave
,
One
flight
across
the
unquiet
sky
;
Swift
as
a
vane
may
turn
on
high
,
The
smile
of
heaven
comes
on
.
So
waits
the
Lord
behind
the
veil
,
His
light
on
frenzied
cheek
,
or
pale
,
To
shed
when
the
dark
hour
is
gone
.
Lyra
Innocentium
.
On
the
afternoon
on
which
Guy
expected
an
answer
from
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
he
walked
with
his
fellow
pupil
,
Harry
Graham
,
to
see
if
there
were
any
letters
for
him
at
Dr.
Henley
's
.
The
servant
said
Mrs.
Henley
was
at
home
;
and
asked
them
to
come
in
and
take
their
letters
.
These
were
lying
on
a
marble
table
,
in
the
hall
;
and
while
the
man
looked
in
the
drawing-room
for
his
mistress
,
and
sent
one
of
the
maids
upstairs
in
quest
of
her
,
Guy
hastily
took
up
one
,
bearing
his
address
,
in
the
well-known
hand
of
Mr.
Edmonstone
.
Young
Graham
,
who
had
taken
up
a
newspaper
,
was
startled
by
Guy
's
loud
,
sudden
exclamation
,
—
'
Ha
!
What
on
earth
does
this
mean
?
'
And
looking
up
,
saw
his
face
of
a
burning
,
glowing
red
,
the
features
almost
convulsed
,
the
large
veins
in
the
forehead
and
temples
swollen
with
the
blood
that
rushed
through
them
;
and
if
ever
his
eyes
flashed
with
the
dark
lightning
of
Sir
Hugh
's
,
it
was
then
.
'
Morville
!
What
's
the
matter
?
'
'
Intolerable
!
—
insulting
!
Me
?
What
does
he
mean
?
'
continued
Guy
,
his
passion
kindling
more
and
more
.
'
Proofs
?
I
should
like
to
see
them
!
The
man
is
crazy
!
I
to
confess
!
Ha
!
'
as
he
came
towards
the
end
,
'
I
see
it
,
—
I
see
it
.
It
is
Philip
,
is
it
,
that
I
have
to
thank
.
Meddling
coxcomb
!
I
'll
make
him
repent
it
,
'
added
he
,
with
a
grim
fierceness
of
determination
.
'
Slandering
me
to
them
!
'
And
that
,
'
—
looking
at
the
words
with
regard
to
Amy
,
—
'
that
passes
all
.
He
shall
see
what
it
is
to
insult
me
!
'
'
What
is
it
?
Your
guardian
out
of
humour
?
'
asked
his
companion
.
'
My
guardian
is
a
mere
weak
fool
.
I
do
n't
blame
him
,
—
he
ca
n't
help
it
;
but
to
see
him
made
a
tool
of
!
He
twists
him
round
his
finger
,
abuses
his
weakness
to
insult
—
to
accuse
.
But
he
shall
give
me
an
account
!
'
Guy
's
voice
had
grown
lower
and
more
husky
;
but
though
the
sound
sunk
,
the
force
of
passion
rather
increased
than
diminished
;
it
was
like
the
low
distant
sweep
of
the
tempest
as
it
whirls
away
,
preparing
to
return
with
yet
more
tremendous
might
.
His
colour
,
too
,
had
faded
to
paleness
,
but
the
veins
were
still
swollen
,
purple
,
and
throbbing
;
and
there
was
a
stillness
about
him
that
made
his
wrath
more
than
fierce
,
intense
,
almost
appalling
.
Harry
Graham
was
dumb
with
astonishment
;
but
while
Guy
spoke
,
Mrs.
Henley
had
come
down
,
and
was
standing
before
them
,
beginning
a
greeting
.
The
blood
rushed
back
into
Guy
's
cheeks
;
and
,
controlling
his
voice
with
powerful
effort
,
he
said
,
—
'
I
have
had
an
insulting
—
an
unpleasant
letter
,
'
he
added
,
catching
himself
up
.
'
You
must
excuse
me
,
'
and
he
was
gone
.
'
What
has
happened
?
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Henley
,
though
from
her
brother
's
letter
,
as
well
as
from
her
observations
during
a
long
and
purposely
slow
progress
,
along
a
railed
gallery
overhanging
the
hall
,
and
down
a
winding
staircase
,
she
knew
pretty
well
the
whole
history
of
his
anger
.
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
young
Graham
.
'
Some
absurd
person
interfering
between
him
and
his
guardian
.
I
should
be
sorry
to
be
him
to
fall
in
his
way
just
now
.
It
must
be
something
properly
bad
.
I
never
saw
a
man
in
such
a
rage
.
I
think
I
had
better
go
after
him
,
and
see
what
he
has
done
with
himself
.
'
'
You
do
n't
think
,
'
said
Mrs.
Henley
,
detaining
him
,
'
than
his
guardian
could
have
been
finding
fault
with
him
with
reason
?
'
'
Who
?
Morville
?
His
guardian
must
have
a
sharp
eye
for
picking
holes
if
he
can
find
any
in
Morville
.
Not
a
steadier
fellow
going
,
—
only
too
much
so
.
'
'
Ah
!
'
thought
Mrs.
Henley
,
'
these
young
men
always
hang
together
;
'
and
she
let
him
escape
without
further
question
.
But
when
he
emerged
from
the
house
,
Guy
was
already
out
of
sight
,
and
he
could
not
succeed
in
finding
him
.
Guy
had
burst
out
of
the
house
,
feeling
as
if
nothing
could
relieve
him
but
free
air
and
rapid
motion
;
and
on
he
hurried
,
fast
,
faster
,
conscious
alone
of
the
wild
,
furious
tumult
of
rage
and
indignation
against
the
maligner
of
his
innocence
,
who
was
knowingly
ruining
him
with
all
that
was
dearest
to
him
,
insulting
him
by
reproaches
on
his
breaking
a
most
sacred
,
unblemished
word
,
and
,
what
Guy
felt
scarcely
less
keenly
,
forcing
kind-hearted
Mr.
Edmonstone
into
a
persecution
so
foreign
to
his
nature
.
The
agony
of
suffering
such
an
accusation
,
and
from
such
a
quarter
,
—
the
violent
storm
of
indignation
and
pride
—
wild
,
undefined
ideas
of
a
heavy
reckoning
,
—
above
all
,
the
dreary
thought
of
Amy
denied
to
him
for
ever
,
—
all
these
swept
over
him
,
and
swayed
him
by
turns
,
with
the
dreadful
intensity
belonging
to
a
nature
formed
for
violent
passions
,
which
had
broken
down
,
in
the
sudden
shock
,
all
the
barriers
imposed
on
them
by
a
long
course
of
self-restraint
.
On
he
rushed
,
reckless
whither
he
went
or
what
he
did
;
driven
forward
by
the
wild
impulse
of
passion
,
far
over
moor
and
hill
,
up
and
down
,
till
at
last
,
exhausted
at
once
by
the
tumult
within
,
and
by
the
violent
bodily
exertion
,
a
stillness
—
a
suspension
of
thought
and
sensation
—
ensued
;
and
when
this
passed
,
he
found
himself
seated
on
a
rock
which
crowned
the
summit
of
one
of
the
hills
,
his
handkerchief
loosened
,
his
waistcoat
open
,
his
hat
thrown
off
,
his
temples
burning
and
throbbing
with
a
feeling
of
distraction
,
and
the
agitated
beatings
of
his
heart
almost
stifling
his
panting
breath
.
'
Yes
,
'
he
muttered
to
himself
,
'
a
heavy
account
shall
he
pay
me
for
this
crowning
stroke
of
a
long
course
of
slander
and
ill-will
!
Have
I
not
seen
it
?
Has
not
he
hated
me
from
the
first
,
misconstrued
every
word
and
deed
,
though
I
have
tried
,
striven
earnestly
,
to
be
his
friend
,
—
borne
,
as
not
another
soul
would
have
done
,
with
his
impertinent
interference
and
intolerable
patronizing
airs
?
But
he
has
seen
the
last
of
it
!
Anything
but
this
might
be
forgiven
;
but
sowing
dissension
between
me
and
the
Edmonstones
,
—
maligning
me
there
.
Never
!
Knowing
,
too
,
as
he
seems
to
do
,
how
I
stand
,
it
is
the
very
ecstasy
of
malice
!
Ay
!
this
very
night
it
shall
be
exposed
,
and
he
shall
be
taught
to
beware
—
made
to
know
with
whom
he
has
to
deal
.
'
Guy
uttered
this
last
with
teeth
clenched
,
in
an
excess
of
deep
,
vengeful
ire
.
Never
had
Morville
of
the
whole
line
felt
more
deadly
fierceness
than
held
sway
over
him
,
as
he
contemplated
his
revenge
,
looked
forward
with
a
dire
complacency
to
the
punishment
he
would
wreak
,
not
for
this
offence
alone
,
but
for
a
long
course
of
enmity
.
He
sat
,
absorbed
in
the
plan
of
vengeance
,
perfectly
still
,
for
his
physical
exhaustion
was
complete
;
but
as
the
pulsations
of
his
heart
grew
less
wild
,
his
purpose
became
sterner
and
more
fixed
.
He
devised
its
execution
,
planned
his
sudden
journey
,
saw
himself
bursting
on
Philip
early
next
morning
,
summoning
him
to
answer
for
his
falsehoods
.
The
impulse
to
action
seemed
to
restore
his
power
over
his
senses
.
He
looked
round
,
to
see
where
he
was
,
raising
his
head
from
his
hands
.
The
sun
was
setting
opposite
to
him
,
in
a
flood
of
gold
,
—
a
ruddy
ball
,
surrounded
with
its
pomp
of
clouds
,
on
the
dazzling
sweep
of
horizon
.
That
sight
recalled
him
not
only
to
himself
,
but
to
his
true
and
better
self
;
the
good
angel
,
so
close
to
him
for
the
twenty
years
of
his
life
,
had
been
driven
aloof
but
for
a
moment
,
and
now
,
either
that
,
or
a
still
higher
and
holier
power
,
made
the
setting
sun
bring
to
his
mind
,
almost
to
his
ear
,
the
words
,
—
Guy
had
what
some
would
call
a
vivid
imagination
,
others
a
lively
faith
.
He
shuddered
;
then
,
his
elbows
on
his
knees
,
and
his
hands
clasped
over
his
brow
,
he
sat
,
bending
forward
,
with
his
eyes
closed
,
wrought
up
in
a
fearful
struggle
;
while
it
was
to
him
as
if
he
saw
the
hereditary
demon
of
the
Morvilles
watching
by
his
side
,
to
take
full
possession
of
him
as
a
rightful
prey
,
unless
the
battle
was
fought
and
won
before
that
red
orb
had
passed
out
of
sight
.
Yes
,
the
besetting
fiend
of
his
family
—
the
spirit
of
defiance
and
resentment
—
that
was
driving
him
,
even
now
,
while
realizing
its
presence
,
to
disregard
all
thoughts
save
of
the
revenge
for
which
he
could
barter
everything
,
—
every
hope
once
precious
to
him
.
It
was
horror
at
such
wickedness
that
first
checked
him
,
and
brought
him
back
to
the
combat
.
His
was
not
a
temper
that
was
satisfied
with
half-measures
.
He
locked
his
hands
more
rigidly
together
,
vowing
to
compel
himself
,
ere
he
left
the
spot
,
to
forgive
his
enemy
—
forgive
him
candidly
—
forgive
him
,
so
as
never
again
to
have
to
say
,
'
I
forgive
him
!
'
He
did
not
try
to
think
,
for
reflection
only
lashed
up
his
sense
of
the
wrong
;
but
,
as
if
there
was
power
in
the
words
alone
,
he
forced
his
lips
to
repeat
,
—
'
Forgive
us
our
trespasses
,
as
we
forgive
them
that
trespass
against
us
.
'
Coldly
and
hardly
were
they
spoken
at
first
;
again
he
pronounced
them
,
again
,
again
,
—
each
time
the
tone
was
softer
,
each
time
they
came
more
from
the
heart
.
At
last
,
the
remembrance
of
greater
wrongs
,
and
worse
revilings
came
upon
him
;
his
eyes
filled
with
tears
,
the
most
subduing
and
healing
of
all
thoughts
—
that
of
the
great
Example
—
became
present
to
him
;
the
foe
was
driven
back
.
Still
he
kept
his
hands
over
his
face
.
The
tempter
was
not
yet
defeated
without
hope
.
It
was
not
enough
to
give
up
his
first
intention
(
no
great
sacrifice
,
as
he
perceived
,
now
that
he
had
time
to
think
how
Philip
would
be
certain
to
treat
a
challenge
)
it
was
not
enough
to
wish
no
ill
to
his
cousin
,
to
intend
no
evil
measure
,
he
must
pardon
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
,
regard
him
candidly
,
and
not
magnify
his
injuries
.
He
sat
long
,
in
deep
thought
,
his
head
bent
down
and
his
countenance
stern
with
inward
conflict
.
I
was
the
hardest
part
of
the
whole
battle
,
for
the
Morville
disposition
was
as
vindictive
as
passionate
;
but
,
at
last
,
he
recovered
clearness
of
vision
.
His
request
might
well
appear
unreasonable
,
and
possibly
excite
suspicion
;
and
,
for
the
rest
,
it
was
doing
a
man
of
honour
,
like
Philip
,
flagrant
injustice
to
suspect
him
of
originating
slanders
.
He
was
,
of
course
,
under
a
mistake
,
had
acted
,
not
perhaps
kindly
,
but
,
as
he
thought
,
rightly
and
judiciously
,
in
making
his
suspicions
known
.
If
he
had
caused
his
uncle
to
write
provokingly
,
every
one
knew
that
was
his
way
,
he
might
very
properly
wish
,
under
his
belief
,
to
save
Amabel
;
and
though
the
manner
might
have
been
otherwise
,
the
proceeding
itself
admitted
complete
justification
.
Indeed
,
when
Guy
recollected
the
frenzy
of
his
rage
,
and
his
own
murderous
impulse
,
he
was
shocked
to
think
that
he
had
ever
sought
the
love
of
that
pure
and
gentle
creature
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
cruel
and
profane
linking
of
innocence
to
evil
.
He
was
appalled
at
the
power
of
his
fury
,
he
had
not
known
he
was
capable
of
it
,
for
his
boyish
passion
,
even
when
unrestrained
,
had
never
equalled
this
,
in
all
the
strength
of
early
manhood
.
He
looked
up
,
and
saw
that
the
last
remnant
of
the
sun
's
disk
was
just
disappearing
beneath
the
horizon
.
The
victory
was
won
!
But
Guy
's
feeling
was
not
the
rejoicing
of
the
conquest
,
it
was
more
the
relief
which
is
felt
by
a
little
child
,
weary
of
its
fit
of
naughtiness
,
when
its
tearful
face
is
raised
,
mournful
,
yet
happy
,
in
having
won
true
repentance
,
and
it
says
,
'
I
am
sorry
now
.
'
He
rose
,
looked
at
his
watch
,
wondered
to
find
it
so
late
;
gazed
round
,
and
considered
his
bearings
,
perceiving
,
with
a
sense
of
shame
,
how
far
he
had
wandered
;
then
retraced
his
steps
slowly
and
wearily
,
and
did
not
reach
Southmoor
till
long
after
dark
.
CHAPTER
XVII
.
My
blood
hath
been
too
cold
and
temperate
,
Unapt
to
stir
at
these
indignities
;
But
you
have
found
me
.
King
Henry
IV
.
Philip
,
according
to
promise
,
appeared
at
Hollywell
,
and
a
volume
of
awful
justice
seemed
written
on
his
brow
.
Charles
,
though
ignorant
of
its
cause
,
perceived
this
at
a
glance
,
and
greeted
him
thus
:
—
'
Enter
Don
Philip
II
.
,
the
Duke
of
Alva
,
alguazils
,
corregidors
,
and
executioners
.
'
'
Is
anything
the
matter
,
Philip
?
'
said
Amy
,
a
question
which
took
him
by
surprise
,
as
he
could
not
believe
her
in
ignorance
.
He
was
sorry
for
her
,
and
answered
gravely
,
—
'
Nothing
is
amiss
with
me
,
thank
you
,
Amy
.
'
She
knew
he
meant
that
he
would
tell
no
more
,
and
would
have
thought
no
more
about
it
,
but
that
she
saw
her
mother
was
very
uneasy
.
'
Did
you
ask
whether
there
were
any
letters
at
the
post
?
'
said
Charles.'Guy
is
using
us
shamefully
—
practising
selfdenial
on
us
,
I
suppose
.
Is
there
no
letter
from
him
?
'
'
There
is
,
'
said
Philip
,
reluctantly
.
'
Well
,
where
is
it
?
'
'
It
is
to
your
father
.
'
'
Oh
!
'
said
Charles
,
with
a
disappointed
air
.
'
Are
you
sure
?
Depend
on
it
,
you
overlooked
my
M
.
He
has
owed
me
a
letter
this
fortnight
.
Let
me
see
.
'
'
It
is
for
my
uncle
,
'
repeated
Philip
,
as
if
to
put
an
end
to
the
subject
.
'
Then
he
has
been
so
stupid
as
to
forget
my
second
name
.
Come
,
give
it
me
.
I
shall
have
it
sooner
or
later
.
'
'
I
assure
you
,
Charles
,
it
is
not
for
you
.
'
'
Would
not
any
one
suppose
he
had
been
reading
it
?
'
exclaimed
Charles
.
'
Did
you
know
Mary
Ross
was
gone
to
stay
with
her
brother
John
?
'
broke
in
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
in
a
nervous
,
hurried
manner
.
'
No
;
is
she
?
'
replied
Philip
.
'
Yes
;
his
wife
is
ill
.
'
The
universal
feeling
was
that
something
was
amiss
,
and
mamma
was
in
the
secret
.
Amy
looked
wistfully
at
her
,
but
Mrs.
Edmonstone
only
gazed
at
the
window
,
and
so
they
continued
for
some
minutes
,
while
an
uninteresting
exchange
of
question
and
answer
was
kept
up
between
her
and
her
nephew
,
until
at
length
the
dressing-bell
rang
,
and
cleared
the
room
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
lingered
till
her
son
and
daughters
were
gone
,
and
said
,
—
'
You
have
heard
from
St.
Mildred
's
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Philip
,
as
if
he
was
as
little
inclined
to
be
communicative
to
her
as
to
his
cousins
.
'
From
Guy
,
or
from
Margaret
?
'
'
From
Margaret
.
'
'
But
you
say
there
is
a
letter
from
him
.
'
'
Yes
,
for
my
uncle
.
'
'
Does
she
say
nothing
more
satisfactory
?
'
asked
his
aunt
,
her
anxiety
tortured
by
his
composure
.
'
Has
she
learnt
no
more
?
'
'
Nothing
more
of
his
proceedings
.
I
see
Amy
knows
nothing
of
the
matter
?
'
'
No
;
her
papa
thought
there
was
no
need
to
distress
her
till
we
had
seen
whether
he
could
explain
.
'
'
Poor
little
thing
!
'
said
Philip
;
'
I
am
very
sorry
for
her
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
did
not
choose
to
discuss
her
daughter
's
affairs
with
him
,
and
she
turned
the
conversation
to
ask
if
Margaret
said
much
of
Guy
.
'
She
writes
to
tell
the
spirit
in
which
he
received
my
uncle
's
letter
.
It
is
only
the
Morville
temper
,
again
;
and
of
course
,
whatever
you
may
think
of
that
on
Amy
's
account
,
I
should
never
regard
it
,
as
concerns
myself
,
as
other
than
his
misfortune
.
I
hope
he
may
be
able
to
explain
the
rest
.
'
'
Ah
!
there
comes
your
uncle
!
'
And
Mr.
Edmonstone
entered
.
'
How
d'ye
do
,
Philip
?
Brought
better
news
,
eh
?
'
'
Here
is
a
letter
to
speak
for
itself
.
'
'
Eh
?
From
Guy
?
Give
it
me
.
What
does
he
say
?
Let
me
see
.
Here
,
mamma
,
read
it
,
your
eyes
are
best
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
read
as
follows
:
—
'
My
Dear
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
—
You
letter
surprised
and
grieved
me
very
much
.
I
cannot
guess
what
proofs
Philip
may
think
he
has
,
of
what
I
never
did
,
and
,
therefore
,
I
cannot
refute
them
otherwise
than
by
declaring
that
I
never
gamed
in
my
life
.
Tell
me
what
they
are
,
and
I
will
answer
them
.
As
to
a
full
confession
,
I
could
of
course
tell
you
of
much
in
which
I
have
done
wrongly
,
though
not
in
the
way
which
he
supposes
.
On
that
head
,
I
have
nothing
to
confess
.
I
am
sorry
I
am
prevented
from
satisfying
you
about
the
£
1000
,
but
I
am
bound
in
honour
not
to
mention
the
purpose
for
which
I
wanted
it
.
I
am
sure
you
could
never
believe
I
could
have
said
what
I
did
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
if
I
had
begun
on
a
course
which
I
detest
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart
.
Thank
you
very
much
for
the
kindness
of
the
latter
part
of
your
letter
.
I
do
not
know
how
I
could
have
borne
it
,
if
it
had
ended
as
it
began
.
I
hope
you
will
soon
send
me
these
proofs
of
Philip
's
.
Ever
your
affectionate
'
G
.
M
.
'
Not
a
little
surprised
was
Philip
to
find
that
he
was
known
to
be
Guy
's
accuser
,
but
the
conclusion
revealed
that
his
style
had
betrayed
him
,
and
that
Mr.
Edmonstone
had
finished
with
some
mention
of
him
,
and
he
resolved
that
henceforth
he
would
never
leave
a
letter
of
his
own
dictation
till
he
had
seen
it
signed
and
sealed
.
'
Well
!
'
cried
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
joyfully
beating
his
own
hand
with
his
glove
,
'
that
is
all
right
.
I
knew
it
would
be
so
.
He
ca
n't
even
guess
what
we
are
at
.
I
am
glad
we
did
not
teaze
poor
little
Amy
.
Eh
,
mamma
?
—
eh
,
Philip
!
'
the
last
eh
being
uttered
much
more
doubtfully
,
and
less
triumphantly
,
than
the
first
.
'
I
wonder
you
think
it
right
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
What
more
would
you
have
?
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
hastily
.
'
Confidence
.
'
'
Eh
?
Oh
,
ay
,
he
says
he
ca
n't
tell
—
bound
in
honour
.
'
'
It
is
easy
to
write
off-hand
,
and
say
I
cannot
satisfy
you
,
I
am
bound
in
honour
;
but
that
is
not
what
most
persons
would
think
a
full
justification
,
especially
considering
the
terms
on
which
you
stand
.
'
'
Why
,
yes
,
he
might
have
said
more
.
It
would
have
been
safe
enough
with
me
.
'
'
It
is
his
usual
course
of
mystery
,
reserve
,
and
defiance
.
'
'
The
fact
is
,
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
turning
away
,
'
that
it
is
a
very
proper
letter
;
right
sense
,
proper
feeling
—
and
if
he
never
gamed
in
his
life
,
what
would
you
have
more
?
'
'
There
are
different
ways
of
understanding
such
a
denial
as
this
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
See
,
he
says
not
in
the
way
in
which
I
suppose
.
'
He
held
up
his
hand
authoritatively
,
as
his
aunt
was
about
to
interpose
.
'
It
was
against
gaming
that
his
vow
was
made
.
I
never
thought
he
had
played
,
but
he
never
says
he
has
not
betted
.
'
'
He
would
never
be
guilty
of
a
subterfuge
?
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
indignantly
.
'
I
should
not
have
thought
so
,
without
the
evidence
of
the
payment
of
the
cheque
,
my
uncle
had
just
given
him
,
to
this
gambling
fellow
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
yet
it
is
only
the
natural
consequence
of
the
habit
of
eluding
inquiry
into
his
visits
to
London
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
see
any
reason
for
so
harsh
an
accusation
,
'
said
she
.
'
I
should
hardly
want
more
reason
than
his
own
words
.
He
refuses
to
answer
the
question
on
which
my
uncle
's
good
opinion
depends
;
he
owns
he
has
been
to
blame
,
and
thus
retracts
his
full
denial
.
In
my
opinion
,
his
letter
says
nothing
so
plainly
as
'
While
I
can
stand
fair
with
you
,
I
do
not
wish
to
break
with
you
.
'
'
'
He
will
not
find
that
quite
so
easy
!
'
cried
Mr.
Edmonstone
.
'
I
am
no
fool
to
be
hoodwinked
,
especially
where
my
little
Amy
is
concerned
.
I
'll
see
all
plain
and
straight
before
he
says
another
word
of
her
.
But
you
see
what
comes
of
their
settling
it
,
while
I
was
out
of
the
way
.
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
grieved
to
see
him
so
hurt
at
this
.
It
could
not
have
been
helped
,
and
,
if
all
had
been
smooth
,
he
never
would
have
thought
of
it
again
;
but
it
served
to
keep
up
his
dignity
in
his
own
eyes
,
and
,
as
he
fancied
,
to
defend
him
from
Philip
's
censure
,
and
he
therefore
made
the
most
of
it
,
which
so
pained
her
that
she
did
not
venture
to
continue
her
championship
of
Guy
.
'
Well
,
well
,
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
'
the
question
is
what
to
do
next
—
eh
,
Philip
?
I
wish
he
would
have
spoken
openly
.
I
hate
mysteries
.
I
'll
write
and
tell
him
this
wont
do
;
he
must
be
explicit
—
eh
Philip
?
'
'
We
will
talk
it
over
by-and-bye
,
'
said
Philip
.
His
aunt
understood
that
it
was
to
be
in
her
absence
,
and
left
the
room
,
fearing
it
would
be
impossible
to
prevent
Amy
from
being
distressed
,
though
she
had
no
doubt
that
Guy
would
be
able
to
prove
his
innocence
of
the
charges
.
She
found
Amy
waiting
for
her
in
her
room
.
'
Do
n't
ring
,
mamma
,
dear
.
I
'll
fasten
your
dress
,
'
said
she
;
then
pausing
,
—
'
Oh
!
mamma
,
I
do
n't
know
whether
I
ought
to
ask
,
but
if
you
would
only
tell
me
if
there
is
nothing
gone
wrong
.
'
'
I
do
n't
believe
there
is
anything
really
wrong
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
kissing
her
,
as
she
saw
how
her
colour
first
deepened
and
then
faded
.
'
Oh
!
no
,
'
said
she
.
'
But
there
is
some
mystery
about
his
money
matters
,
which
has
vexed
your
papa
.
'
'
And
what
has
Philip
to
do
with
it
?
'
'
I
cannot
quite
tell
,
my
dear
.
I
believe
Margaret
Henley
has
heard
something
,
but
I
do
not
know
the
whole
.
'
'
Did
you
see
his
letter
,
mamma
?
'
said
Amy
,
in
a
low
,
trembling
voice
.
'
Yes
.
It
is
just
like
himself
,
and
absolutely
denies
the
accusations
.
'
Amy
did
not
say
'
then
they
are
false
,
'
but
she
held
up
her
head
.
'
Then
papa
is
satisfied
?
'
she
said
.
'
I
have
no
doubt
all
will
be
made
clear
in
time
,
'
said
her
mother
;
'
but
there
is
still
something
unexplained
,
and
I
am
afraid
things
may
not
go
smoothly
just
now
.
I
am
very
sorry
,
my
little
Amy
,
that
such
a
cloud
should
have
come
over
you
,
'
she
added
,
smoothing
fondly
the
long
,
soft
hair
,
sad
at
heart
to
see
the
cares
and
griefs
of
womanhood
gathering
over
her
child
's
bright
young
life
.
'
I
said
I
must
learn
to
bear
things
!
'
murmured
Amy
to
herself
.
Only
,
'
and
the
tears
filled
her
eyes
,
and
she
spoke
with
almost
childish
simplicity
of
manner
,
'
I
ca
n't
bear
them
to
vex
him
.
I
wish
Philip
would
let
papa
settle
it
alone
.
Guy
will
be
angry
,
and
grieved
afterwards
.
'
They
were
interrupted
by
the
dinner-bell
,
but
Amy
ran
into
her
own
room
for
one
moment
.
'
I
said
I
would
learn
to
bear
,
'
said
she
to
herself
,
'
or
I
shall
never
be
fit
for
him
.
Yes
,
I
will
,
even
though
it
is
the
thinking
he
is
unhappy
.
He
said
I
must
be
his
Verena
;
I
know
what
that
means
;
I
ought
not
to
be
uneasy
,
for
he
will
bear
it
beautifully
,
and
say
he
is
glad
of
it
afterwards
.
And
I
will
try
not
to
seem
cross
to
Philip
.
'
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
fidgetty
and
ill
at
ease
,
found
fault
with
the
dinner
,
and
was
pettish
with
his
wife
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
set
Philip
off
upon
politics
,
which
lasted
till
the
ladies
could
escape
into
the
drawing-room
.
In
another
minute
,
Philip
brought
in
Charles
,
set
him
down
,
and
departed
.
Amy
,
who
was
standing
by
the
window
,
resting
her
forehead
against
the
glass
,
and
gazing
into
the
darkness
,
turned
round
hastily
,
and
left
the
room
,
but
in
passing
her
brother
,
she
put
her
hand
into
his
,
and
received
a
kind
pressure
.
Her
mother
followed
her
,
and
the
other
three
all
began
to
wonder
.
Charles
said
he
had
regularly
been
turned
out
of
the
dining-room
by
Philip
,
who
announced
that
he
wanted
to
speak
to
his
uncle
,
and
carried
him
off
.
They
conjectured
,
and
were
indignant
at
each
other
's
conjectures
,
till
their
mother
returned
,
and
gave
them
as
much
information
as
she
could
;
but
this
only
made
them
very
anxious
.
Charles
was
certain
that
Mrs.
Henley
had
laid
a
cockatrice
egg
,
and
Philip
was
hatching
it
;
and
Laura
could
not
trust
herself
to
defend
Philip
,
lest
she
should
do
it
too
vehemently
.
They
could
all
agree
in
desire
to
know
the
truth
,
in
hopes
that
Guy
was
not
culpable
,
and
,
above
all
,
in
feeling
for
Amy
;
but
by
tacit
consent
they
were
silent
on
the
three
shades
of
opinion
in
their
minds
.
Laura
was
confident
that
Philip
