notbut
acknowledge
to
himself
that
Amy
was
looking
very
well
,
and
so
happy
that
Guy
must
be
fulfilling
the
condition
on
which
he
was
to
be
borne
with
.
However
,
these
were
early
days
,
and
of
course
Guy
must
be
kind
to
her
at
least
in
the
honeymoon
,
before
the
wear
and
tear
of
life
began
.
They
both
looked
so
young
,
that
,
having
advised
them
to
wait
four
years
,
he
was
ready
to
charge
them
with
youthfulness
,
if
not
as
a
fault
,
at
least
as
a
folly
;
indeed
,
the
state
of
his
own
affairs
made
him
inclined
to
think
it
a
foible
,
almost
a
want
of
patience
,
in
any
one
to
marry
before
thirty
.
It
was
a
conflict
of
feeling
.
Guy
was
so
cordial
and
good-humoured
,
that
he
could
not
help
being
almost
gained
;
but
on
the
other
hand
,
he
had
always
thought
Guy
's
manners
eminently
agreeable
;
and
as
happiness
always
made
people
good-humoured
,
this
was
no
reason
for
relying
on
him
.
Besides
,
the
present
ease
and
openness
of
manner
might
only
result
from
security
.
Other
circumstances
combined
,
more
than
the
captain
imagined
,
in
what
is
popularly
called
putting
him
out
.
He
had
always
been
hitherto
on
equal
terms
with
Guy
;
indeed
,
had
rather
the
superiority
at
Hollywell
,
from
his
age
and
assumption
of
character
,
but
here
Sir
Guy
was
somebody
,
the
captain
nobody
,
and
even
the
advantage
of
age
was
lost
,
now
that
Guy
was
married
and
head
of
a
family
,
while
Philip
was
a
stray
young
man
and
his
guest
.
Far
above
such
considerations
as
he
thought
himself
,
and
deeming
them
only
the
tokens
of
the
mammon
worship
of
the
time
,
Philip
,
nevertheless
,
did
not
like
to
be
secondary
to
one
to
whom
he
had
always
been
preferred
;
and
this
,
and
perhaps
the
being
half
ashamed
of
it
,
made
him
something
more
approaching
to
cross
than
ever
before
;
but
now
and
then
,
the
persevering
amiability
of
both
would
soften
him
,
and
restore
him
to
his
most
gracious
mood
.
He
gave
them
their
letters
when
they
reached
the
nn
,
feeling
as
if
he
had
a
better
right
than
they
,
to
one
which
was
in
Laura
's
writing
,
and
when
left
in
solitary
possession
of
the
sitting-room
—
a
very
pleasant
one
,
with
windows
opening
on
the
terrace
just
above
the
water
—
paced
up
and
down
,
chafing
at
his
own
perplexity
of
feeling
.
Presently
they
came
back
;
Guy
sat
down
to
continue
their
joint
journal-like
letter
to
Charles
,
while
Amabel
made
an
orderly
arrangement
of
their
properties
,
making
the
most
of
their
few
books
,
and
taking
out
her
work
as
if
she
had
been
at
home
.
Philip
looked
at
the
books
.
'
Have
you
a
Childe
Harold
here
?
'
said
he
.
'
I
want
to
look
at
something
in
it
.
'
'
No
,
we
have
not
.
'
'
Guy
,
you
never
forget
poetry
;
I
dare
say
you
can
help
me
out
with
those
stanzas
about
the
mists
in
the
valley
.
'
'
I
have
never
read
it
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Do
n't
you
remember
warning
me
against
Byron
?
'
'
You
did
not
think
that
was
for
life
!
Besides
,
'
he
continued
,
feeling
this
reply
inconsistent
with
his
contempt
for
Guy
's
youth
,
'
that
applied
to
his
perversions
of
human
passions
,
not
to
his
descriptions
of
scenery
.
'
'
I
think
,
'
said
Guy
,
looking
up
from
his
letter
,
'
I
should
be
more
unwilling
to
take
a
man
like
that
to
interpret
nature
than
anything
else
,
except
Scripture
.
It
is
more
profane
to
attempt
it
.
'
'
I
see
what
you
mean
,
'
said
Amabel
,
thoughtfully
.
'
More
than
I
do
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
never
supposed
you
would
take
my
advice
au
pied
de
la
lettre
,
'
he
had
almost
added
,
'
perversely
.
'
'
I
have
felt
my
obligations
for
that
caution
ever
since
I
have
come
to
some
knowledge
of
what
Byron
was
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
The
fascination
of
his
Giaour
heroes
has
an
evil
influence
on
some
minds
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
think
you
do
well
to
avoid
it
.
The
half
truth
,
resulting
from
its
being
the
effect
of
self-contemplation
,
makes
it
more
dangerous
.
'
'
True
,
'
said
Guy
,
though
he
little
knew
how
much
he
owed
to
having
attended
to
that
caution
;
for
who
could
have
told
where
the
mastery
might
have
been
in
the
period
of
fearful
conflict
with
his
passions
,
if
he
had
been
feeding
his
imagination
with
the
contemplation
of
revenge
,
dark
hatred
,
and
malice
,
and
identifying
himself
with
Byron
's
brooding
and
lowering
heroes
?
'
But
,
'
continued
Philip
,
'
I
cannot
see
why
you
should
shun
the
fine
descriptions
which
are
almost
classical
—
the
Bridge
of
Sighs
,
the
Gladiator
.
'
'
He
may
describe
the
gladiator
as
much
as
he
pleases
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
indeed
there
is
something
noble
in
that
indignant
line
—
Butchered
to
make
a
Roman
holiday
;
but
that
is
not
like
his
meddling
with
these
mountains
or
the
sea
.
'
'
Fine
description
is
the
point
in
both
.
You
are
over-drawing
.
'
'
My
notion
is
this
,
'
said
Guy
,
—
'
there
is
danger
in
listening
to
a
man
who
is
sure
to
misunderstand
the
voice
of
nature
,
—
danger
,
lest
by
filling
our
ears
with
the
wrong
voice
we
should
close
them
to
the
true
one
.
I
should
think
there
was
a
great
chance
of
being
led
to
stop
short
at
the
material
beauty
,
or
worse
,
to
link
human
passions
with
the
glories
of
nature
,
and
so
distort
,
defile
,
profane
them
.
'
'
You
have
never
read
the
poem
,
so
you
cannot
judge
,
'
said
Philip
,
thinking
this
extremely
fanciful
and
ultra-fastidious
.
'
Your
rule
would
exclude
all
descriptive
poetry
,
unless
it
was
written
by
angels
,
I
suppose
?
'
'
No
;
by
men
with
minds
in
the
right
direction
.
'
'
Very
little
you
would
leave
us
.
'
'
I
do
n't
think
so
,
'
said
Amabel
.
'
Almost
all
the
poetry
we
really
care
about
was
written
by
such
men
.
'
'
Shakespeare
,
for
instance
?
'
'
No
one
can
doubt
of
the
bent
of
his
mind
,
from
the
whole
strain
of
his
writings
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
So
again
with
Spenser
;
and
as
to
Milton
,
though
his
religion
was
not
quite
the
right
sort
,
no
one
can
pretend
to
say
he
had
it
not
.
Wordsworth
,
Scott
—
'
'
Scott
?
'
said
Philip
.
'
Including
the
descriptions
of
scenery
in
his
novels
,
'
said
Amy
,
'
where
,
I
am
sure
,
there
is
the
spirit
and
the
beauty
.
'
'
Or
rather
,
the
spirit
is
the
beauty
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
There
is
a
good
deal
in
what
you
say
,
'
answered
Philip
,
who
would
not
lay
himself
open
to
the
accusation
of
being
uncandid
;
'
but
you
will
forgive
me
for
thinking
it
rather
too
deep
an
explanation
of
the
grounds
of
not
making
Childe
Harold
a
handbook
for
Italy
,
like
other
people
.
'
Amabel
thought
this
so
dogged
and
provoking
,
that
she
was
out
of
patience
;
but
Guy
only
laughed
,
and
said
,
'
Rather
so
,
considering
that
the
fact
was
that
we
never
thought
of
it
.
'
There
were
times
when
,
as
Philip
had
once
said
,
good
temper
annoyed
him
more
than
anything
,
and
perhaps
he
was
unconsciously
disappointed
at
having
lost
his
old
power
of
fretting
and
irritating
Guy
,
and
watching
him
champ
the
bit
,
so
as
to
justify
his
own
opinion
of
him
.
Every
proceeding
of
his
cousins
seemed
to
give
him
annoyance
,
more
especially
their
being
at
home
together
,
and
Guy
's
seeming
to
belong
more
to
Hollywell
than
himself
.
He
sat
by
,
with
a
book
,
and
watched
them
,
as
Guy
asked
for
Laura
's
letter
,
and
Amy
came
to
look
over
his
half-finished
answer
,
laughing
over
it
,
and
giving
her
commands
and
messages
,
looking
so
full
of
playfulness
and
happiness
,
as
she
stood
with
one
hand
on
the
back
of
her
husband
's
chair
,
and
the
other
holding
the
letter
,
and
Guy
watching
her
amused
face
,
and
answering
her
remarks
with
lively
words
and
bright
smiles
.
'
People
who
looked
no
deeper
than
the
surface
would
say
,
what
a
well-matched
pair
,
'
thought
Philip
;
'
and
no
doubt
they
were
very
happy
,
poor
young
things
,
if
it
would
but
last
.
'
Here
Guy
turned
,
and
asked
him
a
question
about
the
line
of
perpetual
snow
,
so
much
in
his
own
style
,
that
he
was
almost
ready
to
accuse
them
of
laughing
at
him
.
Next
came
what
hurt
him
most
of
all
,
as
they
talked
over
Charles
's
letter
,
and
a
few
words
passed
about
Laura
,
and
the
admiration
of
some
person
she
had
met
at
Allonby
.
The
whole
world
was
welcome
to
admire
her
;
nothing
could
injure
his
hold
on
her
heart
;
and
no
joke
of
Charles
could
shake
his
confidence
;
but
it
was
hard
that
he
should
be
forced
to
hear
such
things
,
and
ask
no
questions
,
for
they
evidently
thought
him
occupied
with
his
book
,
and
did
not
intend
him
to
listen
.
The
next
thing
they
said
,
however
,
obliged
him
to
show
that
he
was
attending
,
for
it
was
about
her
being
better
.
'
Who
?
Laura
!
'
he
said
,
in
a
tone
that
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
had
a
startled
sound
.
'
You
did
not
say
she
had
been
ill
?
'
'
No
,
she
has
not
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
Dr
.
Mayerne
said
there
was
nothing
really
the
matter
;
but
she
has
been
worried
and
out
of
spirits
lately
;
and
mamma
thought
it
would
be
good
for
her
to
go
out
more
.
'
Philip
would
not
let
himself
sigh
,
in
spite
of
the
oppressing
consciousness
of
having
brought
the
cloud
over
her
,
and
of
his
own
inability
to
do
aught
but
leave
her
to
endure
it
in
silence
and
patience
.
Alas
!
for
how
long
?
Obliged
,
meanwhile
,
to
see
these
young
creatures
,
placed
,
by
the
mere
fictitious
circumstance
of
wealth
,
in
possession
of
happiness
which
they
had
not
had
time
either
to
earn
or
to
appreciate
.
He
thought
it
shallow
,
because
of
their
mirth
and
gaiety
,
as
if
they
were
only
seeking
food
for
laughter
,
finding
it
in
mistakes
,
for
which
he
was
ready
to
despise
them
.
Arnaud
had
brought
rather
antiquated
notions
to
the
renewal
of
his
office
as
a
courier
:
his
mind
had
hardly
opened
to
railroads
and
steamers
,
and
changes
had
come
over
hotels
since
his
time
.
Guy
and
Amabel
,
both
young
and
healthy
,
caring
little
about
bad
dinners
,
and
unwilling
to
teaze
the
old
man
by
complaints
,
or
alterations
of
his
arrangements
,
had
troubled
themselves
little
about
the
matter
;
took
things
as
they
found
them
,
ate
dry
bread
when
the
cookery
was
bad
,
walked
if
the
road
was
'
shocking
;
'
went
away
the
sooner
,
if
the
inns
were
'
intolerable
;
'
made
merry
over
every
inconvenience
,
and
turned
it
into
an
excellent
story
for
Charles
.
They
did
not
even
distress
themselves
about
sights
which
they
had
missed
seeing
.
Philip
thought
all
this
very
foolish
and
absurd
,
showing
that
they
were
unfit
to
take
care
of
themselves
,
and
that
Guy
was
neglectful
of
his
wife
's
comforts
:
in
short
,
establishing
his
original
opinion
of
their
youth
and
folly
.
So
passed
the
first
evening
;
perhaps
the
worse
because
,
besides
what
he
had
heard
about
Laura
,
he
had
been
somewhat
over-fatigued
by
various
hot
days
'
walks
.
Certain
it
is
,
that
next
morning
he
was
not
nearly
so
much
inclined
to
be
displeased
with
them
for
laughing
,
when
,
in
speaking
to
Anne
,
he
inadvertently
called
her
mistress
Miss
Amabel
.
'
Never
mind
,
'
said
Amy
,
as
Anne
departed
—
and
he
looked
disconcerted
,
as
a
precise
man
always
does
when
catching
himself
in
a
mistake
—
'
Anne
is
used
to
it
;
Guy
is
always
doing
it
,
and
puzzles
poor
Arnaud
sorely
by
sending
him
for
Miss
Amabel
's
parasol
.
'
'
And
the
other
day
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
when
Thorndale
's
brother
,
at
Munich
,
inquired
after
Lady
Morville
,
I
had
to
consider
who
she
was
.
'
'
Oh
!
you
saw
Thorndale
's
brother
,
did
you
?
'
'
Yes
;
he
was
very
obliging
.
Guy
had
to
go
to
him
about
our
passports
;
and
when
he
found
who
we
were
,
he
brought
his
wife
to
call
on
us
,
and
asked
us
to
an
evening
party
.
'
'
Did
you
go
?
'
'
Guy
thought
we
must
,
and
it
was
very
entertaining
.
We
had
a
curious
adventure
there
.
In
the
morning
,
we
had
been
looking
at
those
beautiful
windows
of
the
great
church
,
when
I
turned
round
,
and
saw
a
gentleman
—
an
Englishman
—
gazing
with
all
his
might
at
Guy
.
We
met
him
again
in
the
evening
,
and
presently
Mr.
Thorndale
came
and
told
us
it
was
Mr.
Shene
.
'
'
Shene
,
the
painter
?
'
'
Yes
.
He
had
been
very
much
struck
with
Guy
's
face
:
it
was
exactly
what
he
wanted
for
a
picture
he
was
about
,
and
he
wished
of
all
things
just
to
be
allowed
to
make
a
sketch
.
'
'
Did
you
submit
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
and
we
were
rewarded
.
I
never
saw
a
more
agreeable
person
,
or
one
who
gave
so
entirely
the
impression
of
genius
.
The
next
day
he
took
us
through
the
gallery
,
and
showed
us
all
that
was
worth
admiring
.
'
'
And
in
what
character
is
he
to
make
you
appear
?
'
'
That
is
the
strange
part
of
it
,
'
said
Amabel
.
'
Do
n't
you
remember
how
Guy
once
puzzled
us
by
choosing
Sir
Galahad
for
his
favourite
hero
.
It
is
that
very
Sir
Galahad
,
when
he
kneels
to
adore
the
Saint
Greal
.
Mr.
Shene
said
he
had
long
been
dreaming
over
it
,
and
at
last
,
as
he
saw
Guy
's
face
looking
upwards
,
it
struck
him
that
it
was
just
what
he
wanted
:
it
would
be
worth
anything
to
him
to
catch
the
expression
.
'
'
I
wonder
what
I
was
looking
like
!
'
ejaculated
Guy
.
'
Did
he
take
you
as
yourself
,
or
as
Sir
Galahad
?
'
'
As
myself
,
happily
.
'
'
How
did
he
succeed
?
'
'
Amy
likes
it
;
but
decidedly
I
should
never
have
known
myself
.
'
'
Ah
,
'
said
his
wife
—
'
As
far
as
the
sun-burnt
visage
is
concerned
,
the
glass
does
that
every
morning
.
'
'
Yes
,
but
you
do
n't
look
at
yourself
exactly
as
you
do
at
a
painted
window
,
'
said
Amy
,
in
her
demure
way
.
'
I
cannot
think
how
you
found
time
for
sitting
!
'
said
Philip
.
'
O
,
it
is
quite
a
little
thing
,
a
mere
sketch
,
done
in
two
evenings
and
half
an
hour
in
the
morning
.
He
promises
it
to
me
when
he
has
done
with
Sir
Galahad
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
Two
—
three
evenings
.
You
must
have
been
a
long
time
at
Munich
.
'
'
A
fortnight
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
there
is
a
great
deal
to
see
there
.
'
Philip
did
not
quite
understand
this
,
nor
did
he
think
it
very
satisfactory
that
they
should
thus
have
lingered
in
a
gay
town
,
but
he
meant
to
make
the
best
of
them
to-day
,
and
returned
to
his
usual
fashion
of
patronizing
and
laying
down
the
law
.
They
were
so
used
to
this
that
they
did
not
care
about
it
;
indeed
,
they
had
reckoned
on
it
as
the
most
amiable
conduct
to
be
expected
on
his
part
.
The
day
was
chiefly
spent
in
an
excursion
on
the
lake
,
landing
at
the
most
beautiful
spots
,
walking
a
little
way
and
admiring
,
or
while
in
the
boat
,
smoothly
moving
over
the
deep
blue
waters
,
gaining
lovely
views
of
the
banks
,
and
talking
over
the
book
with
which
their
acquaintance
had
begun
,
I
Promessi
Sposi
.
Never
did
tourists
spend
a
more
serene
and
pleasant
day
.
On
comparing
notes
as
to
their
plans
,
it
appeared
that
each
party
had
about
a
week
or
ten
days
to
spare
;
the
captain
before
he
must
embark
for
Corfu
,
and
Sir
Guy
and
Lady
Morville
before
the
time
they
had
fixed
for
returning
home
.
Guy
proposed
to
go
together
somewhere
,
spare
the
post-office
further
blunders
,
and
get
the
Signor
Capitano
to
be
their
interpreter
.
Philip
thought
it
would
be
an
excellent
thing
for
his
young
cousins
for
him
to
take
charge
of
them
,
and
show
them
how
people
ought
to
travel
;
so
out
came
his
little
pocket
map
,
marked
with
his
route
,
before
he
left
Ireland
,
whereas
they
seemed
to
have
no
fixed
object
,
but
to
be
always
going
'
somewhere
.
'
It
appeared
that
they
had
thought
of
Venice
,
but
were
easily
diverted
from
it
by
his
design
of
coasting
the
eastern
bank
of
the
Lago
di
Como
,
and
so
across
the
Stelvio
into
the
Tyrol
,
all
together
as
far
as
Botzen
,
whence
Philip
would
turn
southwards
by
the
mountain
paths
,
while
they
would
proceed
to
Inspruck
on
their
return
home
.
Amabel
was
especially
pleased
to
stay
a
little
longer
on
the
banks
of
the
lake
,
and
to
trace
out
more
of
Lucia
's
haunts
;
and
if
she
secretly
thought
it
would
have
been
pleasanter
without
a
third
person
,
she
was
gratified
to
see
how
much
Guy
's
manner
had
softened
Philip
's
injustice
and
distrust
,
making
everything
so
smooth
and
satisfactory
,
that
at
the
end
of
the
day
,
she
told
her
husband
that
she
thought
his
experiment
had
not
failed
.
She
was
making
the
breakfast
the
next
morning
,
when
the
captain
came
into
the
room
,
and
she
told
him
Guy
was
gone
to
settle
their
plans
with
Arnaud
.
After
lingering
a
little
by
the
window
,
Philip
turned
,
and
with
more
abruptness
than
was
usual
with
him
,
said
—
'
You
do
n't
think
there
is
any
cause
for
anxiety
about
Laura
?
'
'
No
;
certainly
not
!
'
said
Amy
,
surprised
.
'
She
has
not
been
looking
well
lately
,
but
Dr.
Mayerne
says
it
is
nothing
,
and
you
know
'
—
she
blushed
and
looked
down
—
'
there
were
many
things
to
make
this
a
trying
time
.
'
'
Is
she
quite
strong
?
Can
she
do
as
much
as
usual
?
'
'
She
does
more
than
ever
:
mamma
is
only
afraid
of
her
overworking
herself
,
but
she
never
allows
that
she
is
tired
.
She
goes
to
school
three
days
in
the
week
,
besides
walking
to
East
Hill
on
Thursday
to
help
in
the
singing
;
and
she
is
getting
dreadfully
learned
.
Guy
gave
her
his
old
mathematical
books
,
and
Charlie
always
calls
her
Miss
Parabola
.
'
Philip
was
silent
,
knowing
too
well
why
she
sought
to
stifle
care
in
employment
;
and
feeling
embittered
against
the
whole
world
,
against
her
father
,
against
his
own
circumstances
,
against
the
happiness
of
others
;
nay
,
perhaps
,
against
the
Providence
which
had
made
him
what
he
was
.
Presently
Guy
came
in
,
and
the
first
thing
he
said
was
,
'
I
am
afraid
we
must
give
up
our
plan
.
'
'
How
?
'
exclaimed
both
Philip
and
Amy
.
'
I
have
just
heard
that
there
is
a
fever
at
Sondrio
,
and
all
that
neighbourhood
,
and
everyone
says
it
would
be
very
foolish
to
expose
ourselves
to
it
.
'
'
What
shall
we
do
instead
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
I
told
Arnaud
we
would
let
him
know
in
an
hour
's
time
;
I
thought
of
Venice
.
'
'
Venice
,
oh
!
yes
,
delightful
.
'
'
What
do
you
say
,
Philip
?
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
say
that
I
cannot
see
any
occasion
for
our
being
frightened
out
of
our
original
determination
.
If
a
fever
prevails
among
the
half-starved
peasantry
,
it
need
not
affect
well-fed
healthy
persons
,
merely
passing
through
the
country
.
'
'
You
see
we
could
hardly
manage
without
sleeping
there
,
'
said
Guy
:
'
we
must
sleep
either
at
Colico
,
or
at
Madonna
.
Now
Colico
,
they
say
,
is
a
most
unhealthy
place
at
this
time
of
year
,
and
Madonna
is
the
very
heart
of
the
fever
—
Sondrio
not
much
better
.
I
do
n't
see
how
it
is
to
be
safely
done
;
and
though
very
likely
we
might
not
catch
the
fever
,
I
do
n't
see
any
use
in
trying
.
'
'
That
is
making
yourself
a
slave
to
the
fear
of
infection
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
what
purpose
would
be
answered
by
running
the
risk
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
If
you
choose
to
give
it
so
dignified
a
name
as
a
risk
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
do
n't
,
then
,
'
said
Guy
,
smiling
.
'
I
should
not
care
if
there
was
any
reason
for
going
there
;
but
as
there
is
not
,
I
shall
face
Mrs.
Edmonstone
better
if
I
do
n't
run
Amy
into
any
more
chances
of
mischief
.
'
'
Is
Amy
grateful
for
the
care
?
'
said
Philip
,
'
after
all
her
wishes
for
the
eastern
bank
?
'
'
Amy
is
a
good
wife
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
For
Venice
,
then
.
I
'll
ring
for
Arnaud
.
You
will
come
with
us
,
wont
you
Philip
?
'
'
No
,
I
thank
you
;
I
always
intended
to
see
the
Valtelline
,
and
an
epidemic
among
the
peasantry
does
not
seem
to
me
to
be
sufficient
to
deter
.
'
'
O
Philip
,
you
surely
will
not
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
My
mind
is
made
up
,
Amy
,
thank
you
.
'
'
I
wish
you
would
be
persuaded
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
should
like
particularly
to
have
you
to
lionize
us
there
;
and
I
do
n't
fancy
your
running
into
danger
.
'
The
argument
lasted
long
.
Philip
by
no
means
approved
of
Venice
,
especially
after
the
long
loitering
at
Munich
,
thinking
that
in
both
places
there
was
danger
of
Guy
's
being
led
into
mischief
by
his
musical
connexions
.
Therefore
,
he
did
his
best
,
for
Amabel
's
sake
,
to
turn
them
from
their
purpose
,
persuaded
in
his
own
mind
that
the
fever
was
a
mere
bugbear
,
raised
up
by
Arnaud
;
and
perhaps
,
in
his
full
health
and
strength
,
almost
regarding
illness
itself
as
a
foible
,
far
more
the
dread
of
it
.
He
argued
,
therefore
,
in
his
most
provoking
strain
,
becoming
more
vexatious
as
the
former
annoyance
was
revived
at
finding
the
impossibility
of
making
Guy
swerve
from
his
purpose
,
while
additional
mists
of
suspicion
arose
before
him
,
making
him
imagine
that
the
whole
objection
was
caused
by
Guy
's
dislike
to
submit
to
him
,
and
a
fit
of
impatience
of
which
Amy
was
the
victim
;
nay
,
that
his
cousin
wanted
to
escape
from
his
surveillance
,
and
follow
the
bent
of
his
inclinations
;
and
the
whole
heap
of
prejudices
and
half-refuted
accusations
resumed
their
full
ascendancy
.
Never
had
his
manner
been
more
vexatious
,
though
without
departing
from
the
coolness
which
always
characterized
it
;
but
all
the
time
,
Guy
,
while
firm
and
unmoved
in
purpose
,
kept
his
temper
perfectly
,
and
apparently
without
effort
.
Even
Amabel
glowed
with
indignation
,
at
the
assumption
with
which
he
was
striving
to
put
her
husband
down
,
though
she
rejoiced
to
see
its
entire
failure
:
for
some
sensible
argument
,
or
some
gay
,
lively
,
good-humoured
reply
,
was
the
utmost
he
could
elicit
.
Guy
did
not
seem
to
be
in
the
least
irritated
or
ruffled
by
the
very
behaviour
which
used
to
cause
him
so
many
struggles
.
Having
once
seriously
said
that
he
did
not
think
it
right
to
run
into
danger
,
without
adequate
cause
,
he
held
his
position
with
so
much
ease
,
that
he
could
afford
to
be
playful
,
and
laugh
at
his
own
dread
of
infection
,
his
changeableness
,
and
credulity
.
Never
had
temper
been
more
entirely
subdued
;
for
surely
if
he
could
bear
this
,
he
need
never
fear
himself
again
.
So
passed
the
hour
;
and
Amabel
was
heartily
glad
when
the
debate
was
closed
by
Arnaud
's
coming
for
orders
.
Guy
went
with
him
;
Amabel
began
to
collect
her
goods
;
and
Philip
,
after
a
few
moments
'
reflection
,
spoke
in
the
half-compassionate
,
half-patronizing
manner
with
which
he
used
,
now
and
then
,
to
let
fall
a
few
crumbs
of
counsel
or
commendation
for
silly
little
Amy
.
'
Well
,
Amy
,
you
yielded
very
amiably
,
and
that
is
the
only
way
.
You
will
always
find
it
best
to
submit
.
'
He
got
no
further
in
his
intended
warning
against
the
dissipations
of
Venice
,
for
her
eyes
were
fixed
on
him
at
first
with
a
look
of
extreme
wonder
.
Then
her
face
assumed
an
expression
of
dignity
,
and
gently
,
but
gravely
,
she
said
,
'
I
think
you
forget
to
whom
you
are
speaking
.
'
The
gentlemanlike
instinct
made
him
reply
,
'
I
beg
your
pardon
'
—
and
there
he
stopped
,
as
much
taken
by
surprise
as
if
a
dove
had
flown
in
his
face
.
He
actually
was
confused
:
for
in
very
truth
he
had
,
after
a
fashion
,
forgotten
that
she
was
Lady
Morville
,
not
the
cousin
Amy
with
whom
Guy
's
character
might
be
freely
discussed
.
He
had
often
presumed
as
far
with
his
aunt
;
but
she
,
though
always
turning
the
conversation
,
had
never
given
him
a
rebuff
.
Amabel
had
not
done
;
and
in
her
soft
voice
,
firmly
,
though
not
angrily
,
she
spoke
on
.
'
One
thing
I
wish
to
say
,
because
we
shall
never
speak
on
this
subject
again
,
and
I
was
always
afraid
of
you
before
.
You
have
always
misunderstood
him
;
I
might
almost
say
,
chosen
to
misunderstand
him
.
You
have
tried
his
temper
more
than
any
one
,
and
never
appreciated
the
struggles
that
have
subdued
it
.
It
is
not
because
I
am
his
wife
that
I
say
this
—
indeed
I
am
not
sure
it
becomes
me
to
say
it
;
yet
I
cannot
bear
that
you
should
not
be
told
of
it
,
because
you
think
he
acts
out
of
enmity
to
you
.
You
little
know
how
your
friendship
has
been
his
first
desire
—
how
he
has
striven
for
it
—
how
,
after
all
you
have
done
and
written
,
he
defended
you
with
all
his
might
when
those
at
home
were
angry
—
how
he
sought
you
out
on
purpose
to
try
to
be
real
cordial
friends
.
'
Philip
's
face
had
grown
rigid
,
and
chiefly
at
the
words
,
'
those
at
home
were
angry
.
'
'
It
is
not
I
that
prevent
that
friendship
,
'
said
he
:
'
it
is
his
own
want
of
openness
.
My
opinion
has
never
changed
.
'
'
No
;
I
know
it
has
never
changed
,
'
said
Amy
,
in
a
tone
of
sorrowful
displeasure
.
'
Whenever
it
does
,
you
will
be
sorry
you
have
judged
him
so
harshly
.
'
She
left
the
room
,
and
Philip
held
her
in
higher
esteem
.
He
saw
there
was
spirit
and
substance
beneath
that
soft
girlish
exterior
,
and
hoped
she
would
better
be
able
to
endure
the
troubles
which
her
precipitate
marriage
was
likely
to
cause
her
;
but
as
to
her
husband
,
his
combined
fickleness
and
obstinacy
had
only
become
more
apparent
than
ever
—
fickleness
in
forsaking
his
purpose
,
obstinacy
in
adherence
to
his
own
will
.
Displeased
and
contemptuous
,
Philip
was
not
softened
by
Guy
's
freedom
and
openness
of
manner
and
desire
to
help
him
as
far
as
their
roads
lay
together
.
He
was
gracious
only
to
Lady
Morville
,
whom
he
treated
with
kindness
,
intended
to
shew
that
he
was
pleased
with
her
for
a
reproof
which
became
her
position
well
,
though
it
could
not
hurt
him
.
Perhaps
she
thought
this
amiability
especially
insufferable
:
for
when
she
arrived
at
Varenna
her
chief
thought
was
that
here
they
should
be
free
of
him
.
'
Come
,
Philip
,
'
said
Guy
,
at
that
last
moment
,
'
I
wish
you
would
think
better
of
it
after
all
,
and
come
with
us
to
Milan
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
my
mind
is
made
up
.
'
'
Well
,
mind
you
do
n't
catch
the
fever
:
for
I
do
n't
want
the
trouble
of
nursing
you
.
'
'
Thank
you
;
I
hope
to
require
no
such
services
of
my
friends
,
'
said
Philip
,
with
a
proud
stern
air
,
implying
,
'
I
do
n't
want
you
.
'
'
Good
bye
,
then
,
'
said
Guy
.
Then
remembering
his
promise
to
Laura
,
he
added
,
'
I
wish
we
could
have
seen
more
of
you
.
They
will
be
glad
to
hear
of
you
at
Hollywell
.
You
have
had
one
warm
friend
there
all
along
.
'
He
was
touched
for
a
moment
by
this
kind
speech
,
and
his
tone
was
less
grave
and
dignified
.
'
Remember
me
to
them
when
you
write
,
'
he
answered
,
'
and
tell
Laura
she
must
not
wear
herself
out
with
her
studies
.
Good
bye
,
Amy
;
I
hope
you
will
have
a
pleasant
journey
.
'
The
farewells
were
exchanged
and
the
carriage
drove
off
.
'
Poor
little
Amy
!
'
said
Philip
to
himself
,
'
how
she
is
improved
.
He
has
a
sweet
little
wife
in
her
.
The
fates
have
conspired
to
crown
him
with
all
man
can
desire
,
and
little
marvel
if
he
should
abuse
his
advantages
.
Poor
little
Amy
!
I
have
less
hope
than
ever
,
since
even
her
evident
wishes
could
not
bend
his
determination
in
this
trifle
;
but
she
is
a
good
little
creature
,
happy
in
her
blindness
.
May
it
long
continue
!
It
is
my
uncle
and
aunt
who
are
to
be
blamed
.
'
He
set
himself
to
ascend
the
mountain
path
,
and
they
looked
back
,
watching
the
firm
vigorous
steps
with
which
he
climbed
the
hill
side
,
then
stood
to
wave
his
hand
to
Amabel
,
looking
a
perfect
specimen
of
health
and
activity
.
'
Just
like
himself
,
'
said
Amy
,
drawing
so
long
a
breath
that
Guy
smiled
,
but
did
not
speak
.
'
Are
you
much
vexed
?
'
said
she
.
'
I
do
n't
feel
as
if
I
had
made
the
most
of
my
opportunities
.
'
'
Then
if
you
have
not
,
I
can
tell
you
who
has
.
What
do
you
think
of
his
beginning
to
give
me
a
lecture
how
to
behave
to
you
?
'
'
Did
he
think
you
wanted
it
very
much
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
:
for
of
course
I
could
not
let
him
go
on
.
'
Guy
was
so
much
diverted
at
the
idea
of
her
wanting
a
lecture
on
wife-like
deportment
,
that
he
had
no
time
to
be
angry
at
the
impertinence
,
and
he
made
her
laugh
also
by
his
view
that
it
was
all
force
of
habit
.
'
Now
,
Guido
—
good
Cavaliere
Guido
—
do
grant
me
one
satisfaction
,
said
she
,
coaxingly
.
'
Only
say
you
are
very
glad
he
is
gone
his
own
way
.
'
'
On
the
contrary
,
I
am
sorry
he
is
running
his
head
into
a
fever
,
'
said
Guy
,
pretending
to
be
provoking
.
'
I
do
n't
want
you
to
be
glad
of
that
;
I
only
want
you
to
be
glad
he
is
not
sitting
here
towering
over
us
.
'
Guy
smiled
,
and
began
to
whistle
—
CHAPTER
IX
.
And
turned
the
thistles
of
a
curse
To
types
beneficent
.
Wordsworth
.
It
was
about
three
weeks
after
the
rendezvous
at
Bellagio
,
that
Sir
Guy
and
Lady
Morville
arrived
at
Vicenza
,
on
their
way
from
Venice
.
They
were
in
the
midst
of
breakfast
when
Arnaud
entered
,
saying
,
—
'
It
was
well
,
Sir
Guy
,
that
you
changed
your
intention
of
visiting
the
Valtelline
with
Captain
Morville
.
'
'
What
!
Have
you
heard
anything
of
him
?
'
'
I
fear
that
his
temerity
has
caused
him
to
suffer
.
I
have
just
heard
that
an
Englishman
of
your
name
is
severely
ill
at
Recoara
.
'
'
Where
?
'
'
At
la
badia
di
Recoara
.
It
is
what
in
English
we
call
a
watering-place
,
on
the
mountains
to
the
north
,
where
the
Vicentini
do
go
in
summer
for
fraicheur
,
but
they
have
all
returned
in
the
last
two
days
,
for
fear
of
the
infection
.
'
'
I
'll
go
and
make
inquiries
,
'
said
Guy
,
rising
in
haste
.
Returning
in
a
quarter
of
hour
,
he
said
,
—
'
It
is
true
.
It
can
be
no
other
than
poor
Philip
.
I
have
seen
his
doctor
,
an
Italian
,
who
,
when
he
saw
our
name
written
,
said
it
was
the
same
.
He
calls
it
una
febbre
molto
grave
.
'
'
Very
heavy
!
Did
he
only
know
the
name
in
writing
?
'
'
Only
from
seeing
it
on
his
passport
.
He
has
been
unable
to
give
any
directions
.
'
'
How
dreadfully
ill
he
must
be
!
And
alone
!
What
shall
we
do
?
You
wont
think
of
leaving
me
behind
you
,
whatever
you
do
?
'
exclaimed
Amabel
,
imploringly
.
'
It
is
at
no
great
distance
,
and
—
'
'
O
,
do
n't
say
that
.
Only
take
me
with
you
.
I
will
try
to
bear
it
,
if
you
do
n't
think
it
right
;
but
it
will
be
very
hard
!
'
Her
eyes
were
full
of
tears
,
but
she
struggled
to
repress
them
,
and
was
silent
in
suspense
as
she
saw
him
considering
.
'
My
poor
Amy
!
'
said
he
,
presently
;
'
I
believe
the
anxiety
would
be
worse
for
you
if
I
were
to
leave
you
here
.
'
'
Oh
,
thank
you
!
'
exclaimed
she
.
'
You
will
have
nothing
to
do
with
the
nursing
.
No
,
I
do
n't
think
there
is
much
risk
;
so
we
will
go
together
.
'
'
Thank
you
!
thank
you
!
and
perhaps
I
may
be
of
some
use
.
But
is
it
very
infectious
?
'
'
I
hope
not
:
caught
at
Colico
,
and
imported
to
a
fresh
place
,
I
should
think
there
was
little
fear
of
its
spreading
.
However
,
we
must
soon
be
off
:
I
am
afraid
he
is
very
ill
,
and
almost
deserted
.
In
the
first
place
,
I
had
better
send
an
express
to
the
Consul
at
Venice
,
to
ask
him
to
recommend
us
a
doctor
,
for
I
have
not
much
faith
in
this
Italian
.
'
They
were
soon
on
the
way
to
Recoara
,
a
road
bordered
on
one
side
by
high
rocks
,
on
the
other
by
a
little
river
flowing
down
a
valley
,
shut
in
by
mountains
.
The
valley
gradually
contracted
in
the
ascent
,
till
it
became
a
ravine
,
and
further
on
a
mere
crevice
,
marked
by
the
thick
growth
of
the
chestnut
trees
;
but
before
this
greater
narrowing
,
they
saw
the
roofs
of
the
houses
in
the
little
town
.
The
sun
shone
clear
,
the
air
had
grown
fresh
as
they
mounted
higher
;
Amabel
could
hardly
imagine
sickness
and
sorrow
in
so
fair
a
spot
,
and
turned
to
her
husband
to
say
so
;
but
he
was
deep
in
thought
,
and
she
would
not
disturb
him
.
The
town
was
built
on
the
bank
of
the
stream
,
and
very
much
shut
in
by
the
steep
crags
,
which
seemed
almost
to
overhang
the
inn
,
to
which
they
drove
,
auguring
favourably
of
the
place
from
its
fresh
,
clean
aspect
.
Guy
hastened
to
the
patient
,
while
Amabel
was
conducted
to
a
room
with
a
polished
floor
,
and
very
little
furniture
,
and
there
waited
anxiously
until
he
returned
.
There
was
a
flush
on
his
face
,
and
almost
before
he
spoke
,
he
leant
far
out
at
the
window
to
try
to
catch
a
breath
of
air
.
'
We
must
find
another
room
for
him
directly
,
'
said
he
.
'
He
cannot
possibly
exist
where
he
is
—
a
little
den
—
such
an
atmosphere
of
fever
—
enough
to
knock
one
down
!
Will
you
have
one
got
ready
for
him
?
'
'
Directly
,
'
said
Amabel
,
ringing
.
'
How
is
he
?
'
'
He
is
in
a
stupor
:
it
is
not
sleep
.
He
is
frightfully
ill.
I
never
felt
anything
like
the
heat
of
his
skin
.
But
that
stifling
hole
would
account
for
much
;
very
likely
he
may
revive
,
when
we
get
him
into
a
better
atmosphere
.
No
one
has
attended
to
him
properly
.
It
is
a
terrible
thing
to
be
ill
in
a
foreign
country
without
a
friend
!
'
Arnaud
came
,
and
Amabel
sent
for
the
hostess
,
while
Guy
returned
to
his
charge
.
Little
care
had
been
taken
for
the
solitary
traveller
on
foot
,
too
ill
to
exact
attention
,
and
whose
presence
drove
away
custom
;
but
when
his
case
was
taken
up
by
a
Milord
Inglese
,
the
people
of
the
inn
were
ready
to
do
their
utmost
to
cause
their
neglect
to
be
forgotten
,
and
everything
was
at
the
disposal
of
the
Signora
.
The
rooms
were
many
,
but
very
small
,
and
the
best
she
could
contrive
was
to
choose
three
rooms
on
the
lower
floor
,
rather
larger
than
the
rest
,
and
opening
into
each
other
,
as
well
as
into
the
passage
,
so
that
it
was
possible
to
produce
a
thorough
draught
.
Under
her
superintendence
,
Anne
made
the
apartment
look
comfortable
,
and
almost
English
,
and
,
sending
word
that
all
was
ready
,
she
proceeded
to
establish
herself
in
the
corresponding
rooms
on
the
floor
above
.
Philip
was
perfectly
unconscious
when
he
was
carried
to
his
new
room
.
His
illness
had
continued
about
a
week
,
and
had
been
aggravated
first
by
his
incredulous
and
determined
resistance
of
it
,
and
then
by
the
neglect
with
which
he
had
been
treated
.
It
was
fearful
to
see
how
his
great
strength
had
been
cut
down
,
as
there
he
lay
with
scarcely
a
sign
of
life
,
except
his
gasping
,
labouring
breath
.
Guy
stood
over
him
,
let
the
air
blow
in
from
the
open
window
,
sprinkled
his
face
with
vinegar
,
and
moistened
his
lips
,
longing
for
the
physician
,
for
whom
,
however
,
he
knew
he
must
wait
many
hours
.
Perplexed
,
ignorant
of
the
proper
treatment
,
fearing
to
do
harm
,
and
extremely
anxious
,
he
still
was
almost
rejoiced
:
for
there
was
no
one
to
whom
he
was
so
glad
to
do
a
service
,
and
a
hope
arose
of
full
reconciliation
.
The
patient
was
somewhat
revived
by
the
fresh
air
;
he
breathed
more
freely
,
moved
,
and
made
a
murmuring
sound
,
as
if
striving
painfully
for
a
word
.
'
Da
bere
,
'
at
last
he
said
;
and
if
Guy
had
not
known
its
meaning
,
it
would
have
been
plain
from
the
gasping
,
parched
manner
in
which
it
was
uttered
.
'
Some
water
?
'
said
Guy
,
holding
it
to
his
lips
,
and
on
hearing
the
English
,
Philip
opened
his
eyes
,
and
,
as
he
drank
,
gazed
with
a
heavy
sort
of
wonder
.
'
Is
that
enough
?
Do
you
like
some
on
your
forehead
?
'
'
Thank
you
.
'
'
Is
that
more
comfortable
?
We
only
heard
to-day
you
were
ill
.
'
He
turned
away
restlessly
,
as
if
hardly
glad
to
see
Guy
,
and
not
awake
to
the
circumstances
,
in
a
dull
,
feverish
oppression
of
the
senses
.
Delirium
soon
came
on
,
or
,
more
properly
,
delusion
.
He
was
distressed
by
thinking
himself
deserted
,
and
struggling
to
speak
Italian
,
and
when
Guy
replied
in
English
,
though
the
native
tongue
seemed
to
fall
kindly
on
his
ear
,
yet
,
to
Guy
's
great
grief
,
the
old
dislike
appeared
to
prevent
all
comfort
in
his
presence
,
though
he
could
not
repel
his
attentions
.
At
night
the
wandering
increased
,
till
it
became
unintelligible
raving
,
and
strength
was
required
to
keep
him
in
bed
.
Amabel
seldom
saw
her
husband
this
evening
.
He
once
came
up
to
see
her
,
when
she
made
him
drink
some
coffee
,
but
he
soon
went
,
telling
her
he
should
sit
up
,
and
begging
her
to
go
to
rest
quietly
,
as
she
looked
pale
and
tired
.
The
night
was
a
terrible
one
,
and
morning
only
brought
insensibility
.
The
physician
arrived
,
a
sharp-looking
Frenchman
,
who
pronounced
it
to
be
a
very
severe
and
dangerous
case
,
more
violent
than
usual
in
malaria
fever
,
and
with
more
affection
of
the
brain
.
Guy
was
glad
to
be
set
to
do
something
,
instead
of
standing
by
in
inaction
;
but
ice
and
blisters
were
applied
without
effect
,
and
they
were
told
it
was
likely
to
be
long
before
the
fever
abated
.
Day
after
day
passed
without
improvement
,
and
with
few
gleams
of
consciousness
,
and
even
these
were
not
free
from
wandering
:
they
were
only
intervals
in
the
violent
ravings
,
or
the
incoherent
murmurs
,
and
were
never
clear
from
some
torturing
fancy
that
he
was
alone
and
ill
at
Broadstone
,
and
neither
the
Edmonstones
nor
his
brother-officers
would
come
to
him
,
or
else
that
he
was
detained
from
Stylehurst
.
'
Home
'
was
the
word
oftenest
on
his
lips
.
'
I
would
not
go
home
,
'
the
only
expression
that
could
sometimes
be
distinctly
heard
.
He
was
obliged
to
depend
on
Guy
as
the
only
Englishman
at
hand
;
but
whenever
he
recognised
him
,
the
traces
of
repugnance
were
evident
,
and
in
his
clearer
intervals
,
he
always
showed
a
preference
for
Arnaud
's
attendance
.
Still
Guy
persevered
indefatigably
,
sitting
up
with
him
every
night
,
and
showing
himself
an
invaluable
nurse
,
with
his
tender
hand
,
modulated
voice
,
quick
eye
,
and
quiet
activity
.
His
whole
soul
was
engrossed
:
he
never
appeared
to
think
of
himself
or
to
be
sensible
of
fatigue
;
but
was
only
absorbed
in
the
one
thought
of
his
patient
's
comfort
.
He
seldom
came
to
Amabel
except
at
meals
,
and
now
and
then
for
a
short
visit
to
her
sitting-room
to
report
on
Philip
's
condition
.
If
he
could
spare
a
little
more
time
,
when
Philip
was
in
a
state
of
stupor
,
she
used
to
try
to
persuade
him
to
take
some
rest
;
and
if
it
was
late
,
or
in
the
heat
of
noon
,
she
could
sometimes
get
him
,
as
a
favour
to
her
,
to
lie
down
on
the
sofa
,
and
let
her
read
to
him
;
but
it
did
not
often
end
in
sleep
,
and
he
usually
preferred
taking
her
out
into
the
fresh
air
,
and
wandering
about
among
the
chestnut-trees
and
green
hillocks
higher
up
in
the
ravine
.
Very
precious
were
these
walks
,
with
the
quiet
,
grave
talk
that
the
scene
and
the
circumstances
inspired
—
when
he
would
tell
the
thoughts
that
had
occupied
him
in
his
night-watches
,
and
they
shared
the
subdued
and
deep
reflections
suited
to
this
period
of
apprehension
.
These
were
her
happiest
times
,
but
they
were
few
and
uncertain
.
She
had
in
the
mean
time
to
wait
,
to
watch
,
and
hope
alone
,
though
she
had
plenty
of
employment
:
for
besides
writing
constant
bulletins
,
all
preparations
for
the
sick-room
fell
to
her
share
.
She
had
to
send
for
,
or
devise
substitutes
for
all
the
conveniences
that
were
far
from
coming
readily
to
hand
in
a
remote
Italian
inn
—
to
give
orders
,
send
commissions
to
Vicenza
,
or
even
to
Venice
,
and
to
do
a
good
deal
,
with
Anne
's
assistance
,
by
her
own
manual
labour
.
Guy
said
she
did
more
for
Philip
outside
his
room
than
he
did
inside
,
and
often
declared
how
entirely
at
a
loss
he
should
have
been
if
she
had
not
been
there
,
with
her
ready
resources
,
and
,
above
all
,
with
her
sweet
presence
,
making
the
short
intervals
he
spent
out
of
the
sick
chamber
so
much
more
than
repose
,
such
refreshment
at
the
time
,
and
in
remembrance
.
Thus
it
had
continued
for
more
than
a
fortnight
,
when
one
evening
as
the
French
physician
was
departing
,
he
told
Guy
that
he
would
not
fail
to
come
the
next
night
,
as
he
saw
every
reason
to
expect
a
crisis
.
Guy
sat
intently
marking
every
alteration
in
the
worn
,
flushed
,
suffering
face
that
rested
helplessly
on
the
pillows
,
and
every
unconscious
movement
of
the
wasted
,
nerveless
limbs
stretched
out
in
pam
and
helplessness
,
contrasting
his
present
state
with
what
he
was
when
last
they
parted
,
in
the
full
pride
of
health
,
vigour
,
and
intellect
.
He
dwelt
on
all
that
had
passed
between
them
from
the
first
,
the
strange
ancestral
enmity
that
nothing
had
as
yet
overcome
,
the
misunderstandings
,
the
prejudices
,
the
character
whose
faultlessness
he
had
always
revered
,
and
the
repeated
failure
of
all
attempts
to
be
friends
,
as
if
his
own
impatience
and
passion
had
borne
fruit
in
the
merited
distrust
of
the
man
whom
of
all
others
he
respected
,
and
whom
he
would
fain
love
as
a
brother
.
He
earnestly
hoped
that
so
valuable
a
life
might
be
spared
,
but
if
that
might
not
be
,
his
fervent
wish
was
that
at
least
a
few
parting
words
of
good
will
and
reconciliation
might
be
granted
to
be
his
comfort
in
remembrance
.
So
mused
Guy
during
that
night
,
as
he
watched
the
heavy
doze
between
sleep
and
stupor
,
and
tried
to
catch
the
low
,
indistinct
mutterings
that
now
and
then
seemed
to
ask
for
something
.
Towards
morning
Philip
awoke
more
fully
,
and
as
Guy
was
feeling
his
pulse
,
he
faintly
asked
,
—
'
How
many
?
'
while
his
eyes
had
more
of
their
usual
expression
.
'
I
cannot
count
,
'
returned
Guy
;
'
but
it
is
less
than
in
the
evening
.
Some
drink
?
'
Philip
took
some
,
then
making
an
effort
to
look
round
,
said
,
'
What
day
is
it
?
'
'
Saturday
morning
,
the
23rd
of
August
.
'
'
I
have
been
ill
a
long
time
!
'
'
You
have
indeed
,
full
three
weeks
;
but
you
are
better
to-night
.
'
He
was
silent
for
some
moments
;
then
collecting
himself
,
and
looking
fixedly
at
Guy
,
he
said
,
in
his
own
steady
voice
,
though
very
feeble
,
'
I
suppose
,
humanly
speaking
,
it
is
an
even
chance
between
life
and
death
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
firmly
,
the
low
sweet
tones
of
his
voice
full
of
tenderness
.
'
You
are
very
ill
,
but
not
without
hope
.
'
Then
,
after
a
pause
,
during
which
Philip
looked
thoughtful
,
but
calm
,
he
added
—
'
I
have
tried
to
bring
a
clergyman
here
,
but
I
could
not
succeed
.
Would
you
like
me
to
read
to
you
?
'
'
Thank
you
—
presently
—
but
I
have
something
to
say
.
Some
more
water
;
—
thank
you
.
'
Then
,
after
pausing
,
'
Guy
,
you
have
thought
I
judged
you
harshly
;
I
meant
to
act
for
the
best
.
'
'
Do
n't
think
of
that
,
'
said
Guy
,
with
a
rush
of
joy
at
hearing
the
words
of
reconciliation
he
had
yearned
for
so
long
.
'
And
now
you
have
been
most
kind
.
If
I
live
,
you
shall
see
that
I
am
sensible
of
it
;
'
and
he
feebly
moved
his
hand
to
his
cousin
,
who
pressed
it
,
hardly
less
happy
than
on
the
day
he
stood
before
Mrs.
Edmonstone
in
the
dressing-room
.
Presently
,
Philip
went
on
.
'
My
sister
has
my
will
.
My
love
to
her
,
and
to
—
to
—
to
poor
Laura
.
'
His
voice
suddenly
failed
;
and
while
Guy
was
again
moistening
his
lips
,
he
gathered
strength
,
and
said
,
'
You
and
Amy
will
do
what
you
can
for
her
.
Do
not
let
the
blow
come
suddenly
.
Ah
!
you
do
not
know
.
We
have
been
engaged
this
long
time
.
'
Guy
did
not
exclaim
,
but
Philip
saw
his
amazement
.
'
It
was
very
wrong
;
it
was
not
her
fault
,
'
he
added
.
'
I
ca
n't
tell
you
now
;
but
if
I
live
,
all
shall
be
told
.
If
not
,
you
will
be
kind
to
her
?
'
'
Indeed
we
will
.
'
'
Poor
Laura
!
'
again
said
Philip
,
in
a
much
weaker
voice
,
and
after
lying
still
a
little
longer
,
he
faintly
whispered
.
'
Read
to
me
.
'
Guy
read
till
he
fell
into
a
doze
,
which
lasted
till
Arnaud
came
in
the
morning
,
and
Guy
went
up
to
his
wife
.
'
Amy
,
'
said
he
,
entering
with
a
quiet
bright
look
,
'
he
has
spoken
to
me
according
to
my
wish
.
'
'
Then
it
is
all
right
,
'
said
Amabel
,
answering
his
look
with
one
as
calm
and
sweet
.
'
Is
he
better
?
'
'
Not
materially
;
his
pulse
is
still
very
high
;
but
there
was
a
gleam
of
perfect
consciousness
,
he
spoke
calmly
and
clearly
,
fully
understanding
his
situation
.
Come
what
will
,
it
is
a
thing
to
be
infinitely
thankful
for
!
I
am
very
glad
!
Now
for
our
morning
reading
.
'
As
soon
as
it
was
over
,
and
when
Guy
had
satisfied
himself
that
the
patient
was
still
quiet
,
they
sat
down
to
breakfast
.
Guy
considered
a
little
while
,
and
said
,
'
I
have
been
very
much
surprised
.
Had
you
any
idea
of
an
attachment
between
him
and
Laura
?
'
'
I
know
she
is
very
fond
of
him
,
and
she
has
always
been
his
favourite
.
What
?
Has
he
been
in
love
with
her
all
this
time
,
poor
fellow
?
'
'
He
says
they
are
engaged
.
'
'
Laura
?
Our
sister
!
Oh
Guy
,
impossible
!
He
must
have
been
wandering
.
'
'
I
could
almost
have
thought
so
;
but
his
whole
manner
forbade
me
to
think
there
was
any
delusion
.
He
was
too
weak
to
explain
,
but
he
said
it
was
not
her
fault
,
and
was
overcome
when
speaking
of
her
.
He
begged
us
to
spare
her
from
suddenly
hearing
of
his
death
.
He
was
as
calm
and
reasonable
as
I
am
at
this
moment
.
No
,
Amy
it
was
not
delirium
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
how
to
believe
it
!
'
said
Amabel
.
'
It
is
so
impossible
for
Laura
,
and
for
him
too
.
Do
n't
you
know
how
,
sometimes
in
fevers
,
people
take
a
delusion
,
and
are
quite
rational
about
everything
else
,
and
that
,
too
;
if
only
it
was
true
;
and
do
n't
you
think
it
very
likely
,
that
if
he
really
has
been
in
love
with
her
all
this
time
,
(
how
much
he
must
have
gone
through
!
)
he
may
fancy
he
has
been
secretly
engaged
,
and
reproach
himself
?
'
'
I
cannot
tell
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
there
was
a
reality
in
his
manner
of
speaking
,
that
refuses
to
let
me
disbelieve
him
.
Surely
it
cannot
be
one
of
the
horrors
of
death
that
we
should
be
left
to
reproach
ourselves
with
the
fancied
sins
we
have
been
prone
to
,
as
well
as
with
our
real
ones
.
Then
'
—
and
he
rose
,
and
walked
about
the
room
—
'
if
so
,
more
than
ever
,
in
the
hour
of
death
,
good
Lord
,
deliver
us
!
'
Amabel
was
silent
,
and
presently
he
sat
down
,
saying
.
'
Well
,
time
will
show
!
'
'
I
cannot
think
it
!
'
said
Amy
.
'
Laura
!
How
could
she
help
telling
mamma
?
'
And
as
Guy
smiled
at
the
recollection
of
their
own
simultaneous
coming
to
mamma
,
she
added
,
'
not
only
because
it
was
right
,
but
for
the
comfort
of
it
.
'
'
But
,
Amy
,
do
you
remember
what
I
told
you
of
poor
Laura
's
tears
,
and
what
she
said
to
me
,
on
our
wedding-day
?
'
'
Poor
Laura
!
'
said
Amy
.
'
Yet
—
'
She
paused
,
and
Guy
presently
said
,
'
Well
,
I
wont
believe
it
,
if
I
can
possibly
help
it
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
lose
my
faith
in
my
sister
's
perfection
,
or
Philip
's
,
especially
now
.
But
I
must
go
;
I
have
loitered
too
long
,
and
Arnaud
ought
to
go
to
his
breakfast
.
'
Amabel
sat
long
over
the
remains
of
her
breakfast
.
She
did
not
puzzle
herself
over
Philip
's
confession
,
for
she
would
not
admit
it
without
confirmation
;
and
she
could
not
think
of
his
misdoings
,
even
those
of
which
she
was
certain
,
on
the
day
when
his
life
was
hanging
in
the
balance
.
All
she
could
bear
to
recollect
was
his
excellence
;
nay
,
in
the
tenderness
of
her
heart
,
she
nearly
made
out
that
she
had
always
been
very
fond
of
him
,
overlooking
that
even
before
Guy
came
to
Hollywell
,
she
had
always
regarded
him
with
more
awe
than
liking
,
been
disinclined
to
his
good
advice
,
shrunk
from
his
condescension
,
and
regularly
enjoyed
Charles
's
quizzing
of
him
.
All
this
,
and
all
the
subsequent
injuries
were
forgotten
,
and
she
believed
,
as
sincerely
as
her
husband
,
that
Philip
had
been
free
from
any
unkind
intention
.
But
she
chiefly
dwelt
on
her
own
Guy
,
especially
that
last
speech
,
so
unlike
some
of
whom
she
had
heard
,
who
were
rather
glad
to
find
a
flaw
in
a
faultless
model
,
if
only
to
obtain
a
fellow-feeling
for
it
.
'
Yes
,
'
thought
she
,
'
he
might
look
far
without
finding
anything
better
than
himself
,
though
he
wont
believe
it
.
If
ever
he
could
make
me
angry
,
it
will
be
by
treating
me
as
if
I
was
better
than
he
.
Such
nonsense
!
But
I
suppose
his
goodness
would
not
be
such
if
he
was
conscious
of
it
,
so
I
must
be
content
with
him
as
he
is
.
I
ca
n't
be
so
unwife-like
after
all
;
for
I
am
sure
nothing
makes
me
feel
so
small
and
foolish
as
that
humility
of
his
!
Come
,
I
must
see
about
some
dinner
for
the
French
doctor
.
'
She
set
to
work
on
her
housewifely
cares
;
but
when
these
were
despatched
,
