Charlesto
sleep
;
his
mother
began
to
read
,
and
the
two
elder
girls
fell
into
a
low
,
mysterious
confabulation
of
their
own
,
till
they
were
startled
by
a
question
from
Philip
as
to
what
could
engross
them
so
deeply
.
'
It
was
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
a
banshee
story
in
Eveleen
de
Courcy
's
last
letter
.
'
'
I
never
like
telling
ghost
stories
to
people
who
do
n't
believe
in
them
,
'
half
whispered
Amabel
to
her
sister
.
'
Do
you
believe
them
?
'
asked
Philip
,
looking
full
at
her
.
'
Now
I
wont
have
little
A
my
asked
the
sort
of
question
she
most
dislikes
,
'
interposed
Laura
;
'
I
had
rather
ask
if
you
laugh
at
us
for
thinking
many
ghost
stories
inexplicable
?
'
'
Certainly
not
.
'
'
The
universal
belief
could
hardly
be
kept
up
without
some
grounds
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
That
would
apply
as
well
to
fairies
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Every
one
has
an
unexplained
ghost
story
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
but
I
would
give
something
to
meet
any
one
whose
ghost
story
did
not
rest
on
the
testimony
of
a
friend
's
cousin
's
cousin
,
a
very
strong-minded
person
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
imagine
how
a
person
who
had
seen
a
ghost
could
ever
speak
of
it
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
Did
not
you
tell
us
a
story
of
pixies
at
Redclyffe
?
'
said
Laura
.
'
O
yes
;
the
people
there
believe
in
them
firmly
.
Jonas
Ledbury
heard
them
laughing
one
night
when
he
could
not
get
the
gate
open
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Ah
!
you
are
the
authority
for
ghosts
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
I
forgot
that
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
I
wonder
we
never
asked
you
about
your
Redclyffe
ghost
.
'
'
You
look
as
if
you
had
seen
it
yourself
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
You
have
not
?
'
exclaimed
Amy
,
almost
frightened
.
'
Come
,
let
us
have
the
whole
story
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Was
it
your
own
reflection
in
the
glass
?
was
it
old
Sir
Hugh
?
or
was
it
the
murderer
of
Becket
?
Come
,
the
ladies
are
both
ready
to
scream
at
the
right
moment
.
Never
mind
giving
him
a
cocked-hat
,
for
with
whom
may
you
take
a
liberty
,
if
not
with
an
ancestral
ghost
of
your
own
?
'
Amy
could
not
think
how
Philip
could
have
gone
on
all
this
time
;
perhaps
it
was
because
he
was
not
watching
how
Guy
's
colour
varied
,
how
he
bit
his
lip
;
and
at
last
his
eyes
seemed
to
grow
dark
in
the
middle
,
and
to
sparkle
with
fire
,
as
with
a
low
,
deep
tone
,
like
distant
thunder
,
conveying
a
tremendous
force
of
suppressed
passion
,
he
exclaimed
,
'
Beware
of
trifling
—
'
then
breaking
off
,
hastened
out
of
the
room
.
'
What
's
the
matter
?
'
asked
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
startled
from
his
nap
;
and
his
wife
looked
up
anxiously
,
but
returned
to
her
book
as
her
nephew
replied
,
'
Nothing
.
'
'
How
could
you
,
Philip
?
'
said
Laura
.
'
I
really
believe
he
has
seen
it
!
'
said
Amy
,
in
a
startled
whisper
.
'
He
has
felt
it
,
Amy
—
the
Morville
spirit
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
It
is
a
great
pity
you
spoke
of
putting
a
cocked-hat
to
it
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
he
must
have
suspected
us
of
telling
you
what
happened
about
Mrs.
Brownlow
.
'
'
And
are
you
going
to
do
it
now
?
'
said
her
sister
,
in
a
tone
of
remonstrance
.
'
I
think
Philip
should
hear
it
,
'
said
Laura
;
and
she
proceeded
to
relate
the
story
.
She
was
glad
to
see
that
her
cousin
was
struck
with
it
;
he
admired
this
care
to
maintain
strict
truth
,
and
even
opened
a
memorandum
-book
—
the
sight
of
which
Charles
dreaded
—
and
read
the
following
extract
:
'
Do
not
think
of
one
falsity
as
harmless
,
and
another
as
slight
,
and
another
as
unintended
.
Cast
them
all
aside
.
They
may
be
light
and
accidental
,
but
they
are
an
ugly
soot
from
the
smoke
of
the
pit
,
for
all
that
;
and
it
is
better
that
our
hearts
should
be
swept
clean
of
them
,
without
over
care
as
to
which
is
the
largest
or
blackest
.
'
Laura
and
Amy
were
much
pleased
;
but
he
went
on
to
regret
that
such
excellent
dispositions
should
be
coupled
with
such
vehemence
of
character
and
that
unhappy
temper
.
Amy
was
glad
that
her
sister
ventured
to
hint
that
he
might
be
more
cautious
in
avoiding
collisions
.
'
I
am
cautious
,
'
replied
he
,
quickly
and
sternly
;
'
I
am
not
to
be
told
of
the
necessity
of
exercising
forbearance
with
this
poor
boy
;
but
it
is
impossible
to
reckon
on
all
the
points
on
which
he
is
sensitive
.
'
'
He
is
sensitive
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
I
do
n't
mean
only
in
temper
,
but
in
everything
.
I
wonder
if
it
is
part
of
his
musical
temperament
to
be
as
keenly
alive
to
all
around
,
as
his
ear
is
to
every
note
.
A
bright
day
,
a
fine
view
,
is
such
real
happiness
to
him
;
he
dwells
on
every
beauty
of
Redclyffe
with
such
affection
;
and
then
,
when
he
reads
,
Charles
says
it
is
like
going
over
the
story
again
himself
to
watch
his
face
act
it
in
that
unconscious
manner
.
'
'
He
makes
all
the
characters
so
real
in
talking
them
over
,
'
said
Amy
,
'
and
he
does
not
always
know
how
they
will
end
before
they
begin
.
'
'
I
should
think
it
hardly
safe
for
so
excitable
a
mind
to
dwell
much
on
the
world
of
fiction
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Nothing
has
affected
him
so
much
as
Sintram
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
I
never
saw
anything
like
it
.
He
took
it
up
by
chance
,
and
stood
reading
it
while
all
those
strange
expressions
began
to
flit
over
his
face
,
and
at
last
he
fairly
cried
over
it
so
much
,
that
he
was
obliged
to
fly
out
of
the
room
.
How
often
he
has
read
it
I
cannot
tell
;
I
believe
he
has
bought
one
for
himself
,
and
it
is
as
if
the
engraving
had
a
fascination
for
him
;
he
stands
looking
at
it
as
if
he
was
in
a
dream
.
'
'
He
is
a
great
mystery
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
All
men
are
mysterious
,
'
said
Philip
,
'
but
he
not
more
than
others
,
though
he
may
appear
so
to
you
,
because
you
have
not
had
much
experience
,
and
also
because
most
of
the
men
you
have
seen
have
been
rounded
into
uniformity
like
marbles
,
their
sharp
angles
rubbed
off
against
each
other
at
school
.
'
'
Would
it
be
better
if
there
were
more
sharp
angles
?
said
Laura
,
thus
setting
on
foot
a
discussion
on
public
schools
,
on
which
Philip
had
,
of
course
,
a
great
deal
to
say
.
Amy
's
kind
little
heart
was
meanwhile
grieving
for
Guy
,
and
longing
to
see
him
return
,
but
he
did
not
come
till
after
Philip
's
departure
.
He
looked
pale
and
mournful
,
his
hair
hanging
loose
and
disordered
,
and
her
terror
was
excited
lest
he
might
actually
have
seen
his
ancestor
's
ghost
,
which
,
in
spite
of
her
desire
to
believe
in
ghost
in
general
,
she
did
not
by
any
means
wish
to
have
authenticated
.
He
was
surprised
and
a
good
deal
vexed
to
find
Philip
gone
,
but
he
said
hardly
anything
,
and
it
was
soon
bed-time
.
When
Charles
took
his
arm
,
he
exclaimed
,
on
finding
his
sleeve
we
—
'
What
can
you
have
been
doing
?
'
'
Walking
up
and
down
under
the
wall
,
'
replied
Guy
,
with
some
reluctance
.
'
What
,
in
the
rain
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
,
perhaps
it
was
.
'
Amy
,
who
was
just
behind
,
carrying
the
crutch
,
dreaded
Charles
's
making
any
allusion
to
Sintram
's
wild
locks
and
evening
wanderings
,
but
ever
since
the
outburst
about
King
Charles
,
the
desire
to
desire
to
tease
and
irritate
Guy
had
ceased
.
They
parted
at
the
dressing-room
door
,
and
as
Guy
bade
her
good
night
,
he
pushed
back
the
damp
hair
that
had
fallen
across
his
forehead
,
saying
.
'
I
am
sorry
I
disturbed
your
evening
.
I
will
tell
you
the
meaning
of
it
another
time
.
'
'
He
has
certainly
seen
the
ghost
!
'
said
silly
little
Amy
,
as
she
shut
herself
into
her
own
room
in
such
a
fit
of
vague
'
eerie
'
fright
,
that
it
was
not
till
she
had
knelt
down
,
and
with
her
face
hidden
in
her
hands
,
said
her
evening
prayer
,
that
she
could
venture
to
lift
up
her
head
and
look
into
the
dark
corners
of
the
room
.
'
Another
time
!
'
Her
heart
throbbed
at
the
promise
.
The
next
afternoon
,
as
she
and
Laura
were
fighting
with
a
refractory
branch
of
westeria
which
had
been
torn
down
by
the
wind
,
and
refused
to
return
to
its
place
,
Guy
,
who
had
been
with
his
tutor
,
came
in
from
the
stable-yard
,
reduced
the
trailing
bough
to
obedience
,
and
then
joined
them
in
their
walk
.
He
looked
grave
,
was
silent
at
first
,
and
then
spoke
abruptly
—
'
It
is
due
to
you
to
explain
my
behaviour
last
night
.
'
'
Amy
thinks
you
must
have
seen
the
ghost
,
'
said
Laura
,
trying
to
be
gay
.
'
Did
I
frighten
you
?
'
said
Guy
,
turning
round
,
full
of
compunction
.
'
No
,
no
,
I
never
saw
it
.
I
never
even
heard
of
its
being
seen
.
I
am
very
sorry
.
'
'
I
was
very
silly
,
'
said
Amy
,
smiling
.
'
But
,
'
proceeded
Guy
,
'
when
I
think
of
the
origin
of
the
ghost
story
I
cannot
laugh
,
and
if
Philip
knew
all
—
'
'
Oh
!
he
does
not
,
'
cried
Laura
;
'
he
only
looks
on
it
as
we
have
always
done
,
as
a
sort
of
romantic
appendage
to
Redclyffe
.
I
should
think
better
of
a
place
for
being
haunted
.
'
'
I
used
to
be
proud
of
it
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
wanted
to
make
out
whether
it
was
old
Sir
Hugh
or
the
murderer
of
Becket
,
who
was
said
to
groan
and
turn
the
lock
of
Dark
Hugh
's
chamber
.
I
hunted
among
old
papers
,
and
a
horrible
story
I
found
.
That
wretched
Sir
Hugh
,
—
the
same
who
began
the
quarrel
with
your
mother
's
family
—
he
was
a
courtier
of
Charles
II
.
,
as
bad
or
worse
than
any
of
that
crew
—
'
'
What
was
the
quarrel
about
?
'
said
Laura
.
'
He
was
believed
to
have
either
falsified
or
destroyed
his
father
's
will
,
so
as
to
leave
his
brother
,
your
ancestor
,
landless
;
his
brother
remonstrated
,
and
he
turned
him
out
of
doors
.
The
forgery
never
was
proved
,
but
there
was
little
doubt
of
it
.
There
are
traditions
of
his
crimes
without
number
,
especially
his
furious
anger
and
malice
.
He
compelled
a
poor
lady
to
marry
him
,
though
she
was
in
love
with
another
man
;
then
he
was
jealous
;
he
waylaid
his
rival
,
shut
him
up
in
the
turret
chamber
,
committed
him
to
prison
,
and
bribed
Judge
Jefferies
to
sentence
him
—
nay
,
it
is
even
said
he
carried
his
wife
to
see
the
execution
!
He
was
so
execrated
that
he
fled
the
country
;
he
went
to
Holland
,
curried
favour
with
William
of
Orange
,
brought
his
wealth
to
help
him
,
and
that
is
the
deserving
action
which
got
him
the
baronetcy
!
He
served
in
the
army
a
good
many
years
,
and
came
home
when
he
thought
his
sins
would
be
forgotten
.
But
do
you
remember
those
lines
?
'
and
Guy
repeated
them
in
the
low
rigid
tone
,
almost
of
horror
,
in
which
he
had
been
telling
the
history
:
—
'
It
was
so
with
him
;
he
lost
his
senses
,
and
after
many
actions
of
mad
violence
he
ended
by
hanging
himself
in
the
very
room
where
he
had
imprisoned
his
victim
.
'
'
Horrible
!
'
said
Laura
.
'
Yet
,
I
do
not
see
why
,
when
it
is
all
past
,
you
should
feel
it
so
deeply
.
'
'
How
should
I
not
feel
it
?
'
answered
Guy
.
'
Is
it
not
written
that
the
sins
of
the
fathers
shall
be
visited
on
the
children
?
You
wondered
to
see
me
so
foolish
about
Sintram
.
Well
,
it
is
my
firm
belief
that
such
a
curse
of
sin
and
death
as
was
on
Sintram
rests
on
the
descendants
of
that
miserable
man
.
'
The
girls
were
silent
,
struck
with
awe
and
dismay
at
the
fearful
reality
with
which
he
pronounced
the
words
.
At
last
Amy
whispered
,
'
But
Sintram
conquered
his
doom
.
'
At
the
same
time
Laura
gathered
her
thoughts
together
,
and
said
,
'
This
must
be
an
imagination
.
You
have
dwelt
on
it
and
fostered
it
till
you
believe
it
,
but
such
notions
should
be
driven
away
or
they
will
work
their
own
fulfilment
.
'
'
Look
at
the
history
of
the
Morvilles
,
and
see
if
it
be
an
imagination
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Crime
and
bloodshed
have
been
the
portion
of
each
—
each
has
added
weight
and
darkness
to
the
doom
which
he
has
handed
on
.
My
own
poor
father
,
with
his
early
death
,
was
,
perhaps
,
the
happiest
!
'
Laura
saw
the
idea
was
too
deeply
rooted
to
be
treated
as
a
fancy
,
and
she
found
a
better
argument
.
'
The
doom
of
sin
and
death
is
on
us
all
,
but
you
should
remember
that
if
you
are
a
Morville
you
are
also
a
Christian
.
'
'
He
does
remember
it
!
'
said
Amy
,
raising
her
eyes
to
his
face
,
and
then
casting
the
down
,
blushing
at
having
understood
his
countenance
,
where
,
in
the
midst
of
the
gloomy
shades
,
there
rested
for
an
instant
the
gleam
which
her
mother
had
likened
to
the
expression
of
Raffaelle
's
cherub
.
They
walked
on
for
some
time
in
silence
.
At
last
Laura
exclaimed
,
'
Are
you
really
like
the
portrait
of
this
unfortunate
Sir
Hugh
?
'
Guy
made
a
sign
of
assent
.
'
Oh
!
it
must
have
been
taken
before
he
grew
wicked
,
'
said
Amy
;
and
Laura
felt
the
same
conviction
,
that
treacherous
revenge
could
never
have
existed
beneath
so
open
a
countenance
,
with
so
much
of
highmindedness
,
pure
faith
,
and
contempt
of
wrong
in
every
glance
of
the
eagle
eye
,
in
the
frank
expansion
of
the
smooth
forehead
.
They
were
interrupted
by
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
hearty
voice
,
bawling
across
the
garden
for
one
of
the
men
.
'
O
Guy
!
are
you
there
?
'
cried
he
,
as
soon
as
he
saw
him
.
'
Just
what
I
wanted
!
Your
gun
,
man
!
We
are
going
to
ferret
a
rabbit
.
'
Guy
ran
off
at
full
speed
in
search
of
his
gun
,
whistling
to
Bustle
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
found
his
man
,
and
the
sisters
were
again
alone
.
'
Poor
fellow
!
'
said
Laura
.
'
You
will
not
tell
all
this
to
Philip
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
It
would
show
why
he
wa
hurt
,
and
it
can
be
no
secret
.
'
'
I
dare
say
you
are
right
,
but
I
have
a
feeling
against
it
.
Well
,
I
am
glad
he
had
not
seen
the
ghost
!
'
The
two
girls
had
taken
their
walk
,
and
were
just
going
in
,
when
,
looking
round
,
they
saw
Philip
walking
fast
and
determinedly
up
the
approach
,
and
as
they
turned
back
to
meet
him
,
the
first
thing
he
said
was
,
'
Where
is
Guy
?
'
'
Ferreting
rabbits
with
papa
.
What
is
the
matter
?
'
'
And
where
is
my
aunt
?
'
'
Driving
out
with
Charles
and
Charlotte
.
What
is
the
matter
?
'
'
Look
here
.
Can
you
tell
me
the
meaning
of
this
which
I
found
on
my
table
when
I
came
in
this
morning
?
'
It
was
a
card
of
Sir
Guy
Morville
,
on
the
back
of
which
was
written
in
pencil
,
'
Dear
P.
,
I
find
hunting
and
reading
do
n't
agree
,
so
take
no
further
steps
about
the
horse
.
Many
thanks
for
your
trouble
.
—
G
.
M
.
'
'
There
,
'
said
Philip
,
'
is
the
result
of
brooding
all
night
on
his
resentment
.
'
'
O
no
!
'
cried
Laura
,
colouring
with
eagerness
,
'
you
do
not
understand
him
.
He
could
not
bear
it
last
night
,
because
,
as
he
has
been
explaining
to
us
,
that
old
Sir
Hugh
's
story
was
more
shocking
than
we
ever
guessed
,
and
he
has
a
fancy
that
their
misfortunes
are
a
family
fate
,
and
he
could
not
bear
to
hear
it
spoken
of
lightly
.
'
'
Oh
!
he
has
been
telling
you
his
own
story
,
has
he
?
'
Laura
's
colour
grew
still
deeper
.
'
If
you
had
been
there
,
'
she
said
,
'
you
would
have
been
convinced
.
Why
will
you
not
believe
him
that
he
finds
hunting
interfere
with
reading
.
'
'
He
should
have
thought
of
that
before
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Here
have
I
half
bought
the
horse
!
I
have
wasted
the
whole
morning
on
it
,
and
now
I
have
to
leave
it
on
the
man
's
hands
.
I
had
a
dozen
times
rather
take
it
myself
,
if
I
could
afford
it
.
Such
a
bargain
as
I
had
made
,
and
such
an
animal
as
you
will
not
see
twice
in
your
life
.
'
'
It
is
a
great
pity
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
He
should
have
known
his
own
mind
.
I
do
n't
like
people
to
give
trouble
for
nothing
.
'
'
Crazy
about
it
last
night
,
and
giving
it
up
this
morning
!
A
most
extraordinary
proceeding
.
No
,
no
,
Laura
,
this
is
not
simple
fickleness
,
it
would
be
too
absurd
.
It
is
temper
,
temper
,
which
makes
a
man
punish
himself
,
in
hopes
of
punishing
others
.
'
Laura
still
spoke
for
Guy
,
and
Amy
rejoiced
;
for
if
her
sister
had
not
taken
up
the
defence
of
the
absent
,
she
must
,
and
she
felt
too
strongly
to
be
willing
to
speak
.
It
seemed
too
absurd
for
one
feeling
himself
under
such
a
doom
to
wrangle
about
a
horse
,
yet
she
was
somewhat
amused
by
the
conviction
that
if
Guy
had
really
wished
to
annoy
Philip
he
had
certainly
succeeded
.
There
was
no
coming
to
an
agreement
.
Laura
's
sense
of
justice
revolted
at
the
notion
of
Guy
's
being
guiltd
of
petty
spite
;
while
Philip
,
firm
in
his
preconceived
idea
of
his
character
,
and
his
own
knowledge
of
mankind
,
was
persuaded
that
he
had
imputed
the
true
motive
,
and
was
displeased
at
Laura
's
attempting
to
argue
the
point
.
He
could
not
wait
to
see
any
one
else
,
as
he
was
engaged
to
dine
out
,
and
he
set
off
again
at
his
quick
resolute
pace
.
'
He
is
very
unfair
!
'
exclaimed
Amy
.
'
He
did
not
mean
to
be
so
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
and
though
he
is
mistaken
in
imputing
such
motives
,
Guy
's
conduct
has
certainly
been
vexatious
.
'
They
were
just
turning
to
go
in
,
when
they
were
interrupted
by
the
return
of
the
carriage
;
and
before
Charles
had
been
helped
up
the
steps
,
their
father
and
Guy
came
in
sight
.
While
Guy
went
to
shut
up
Bustle
,
who
was
too
wet
for
the
drawing-room
,
Mr.
Edmonstone
came
up
to
the
others
,
kicking
away
the
pebbles
before
him
,
and
fidgeting
with
his
gloves
as
he
always
did
,
when
vexed
.
'
Here
's
a
pretty
go
!
'
said
he
.
'
Here
is
Guy
telling
me
he
wo
n't
hunt
any
more
!
'
'
Not
hunt
!
'
cried
Mrs.
Edmonstone
and
Charles
at
once
;
'
and
why
?
'
'
Oh
!
something
about
its
taking
his
mind
from
his
reading
;
but
that
ca
n't
be
it
—
impossible
,
you
know
I
'd
give
ten
pounds
to
know
what
has
vexed
him
.
So
keen
as
he
was
about
it
last
night
,
and
I
vow
,
one
of
the
best
riders
in
the
whole
field
.
Giving
up
that
horse
too
—
I
declare
it
is
a
perfect
sin
!
I
told
him
he
had
gone
too
far
,
and
he
said
he
had
left
a
note
with
Philip
this
morning
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
Philip
has
just
been
here
about
it
.
Guy
left
a
card
,
saying
,
hunting
and
reading
would
not
agree
.
'
'
That
is
an
excuse
,
depend
upon
it
,
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
.
'
Something
has
nettled
him
,
I
am
sure
.
It
could
not
be
that
Gordon
,
could
it
,
with
his
hail-fellow-well-met
manner
?
I
thought
Guy
did
not
half
like
it
the
other
day
when
he
rode
up
with
his
'
Hollo
,
Morville
!
'
The
Morvilles
have
touch
of
pride
of
their
own
;
eh
,
mamma
?
'
'
I
should
be
inclined
to
believe
his
own
account
of
himself
,
'
said
she
.
'
I
tell
you
,
'
tis
utterly
against
reason
,
'
said
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
angrily
.
'
If
he
was
a
fellow
like
Philip
,
or
James
Ross
,
I
could
believe
it
;
but
he
—
he
make
a
book-worm
!
He
hate
it
,
like
poison
,
at
the
bottom
of
his
heart
,
I
'll
answer
for
it
;
and
the
worst
of
it
is
,
the
fellow
putting
forward
such
a
fair
reason
,
one
ca
n't
—
being
his
guardian
,
and
all
—
say
what
one
thinks
of
it
oneself
.
Eh
,
mamma
?
'
'
Not
exactly
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
smiling
.
'
Well
,
you
take
him
in
hand
,
mamma
;
I
daresay
he
will
tell
you
the
rights
of
it
,
and
if
it
is
only
that
Gordon
,
explain
it
rightly
to
him
;
show
him
'
tis
only
the
man
's
way
;
tell
him
he
treats
me
so
for
ever
,
and
would
the
Lord
Lieutenant
if
he
was
in
it
.
'
'
For
a
that
and
a
that
,
'
said
Charles
,
as
Amy
lad
him
into
the
drawing-room
.
'
You
are
sure
the
reading
is
the
only
reason
?
'
said
Amy
.
'
He
is
quite
absurd
enough
for
it
,
'
said
Charles
;
but
'
absurd
'
was
pronounced
in
a
way
that
made
its
meaning
far
from
annoying
even
to
Guy
's
little
champion
.
Guy
came
in
the
next
moment
,
and
,
running
lightly
up
stairs
after
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
found
her
opening
the
dressing-room
door
,
and
asked
if
he
might
come
in
.
'
By
all
means
,
'
she
said
;
'
I
am
quite
ready
for
one
of
our
twilight
talks
.
'
'
I
am
afraid
I
have
vexed
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
'
began
Guy
;
'
and
I
am
very
sorry
.
'
'
He
was
only
afraid
that
something
might
have
occurred
to
vex
you
,
which
you
might
not
like
to
mention
to
him
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
hesitating
a
little
.
'
Me
!
What
could
I
have
said
to
make
him
think
so
?
I
am
angry
with
no
one
but
myself
.
The
fact
is
only
this
,
the
hunting
is
too
pleasant
;
it
fills
up
my
head
all
day
and
all
night
;
and
I
do
n't
attend
rightly
to
anything
else
.
If
I
am
out
in
the
morning
and
try
to
pay
for
it
at
night
,
it
will
not
do
;
I
can
but
just
keep
awake
,
and
that
's
all
;
the
Greek
letters
all
seem
to
be
hunting
each
other
,
the
simplest
things
grow
difficult
,
and
at
last
all
I
can
think
of
,
is
how
near
the
minute
hand
of
my
watch
is
to
the
hour
I
have
set
myself
.
So
,
for
the
last
fortnight
,
every
construing
with
Mr.
Lascelles
has
been
worse
than
the
last
;
and
as
to
my
Latin
verses
,
they
were
beyond
everything
shocking
,
so
you
see
there
is
no
making
the
two
things
agree
,
and
the
hunting
must
wait
till
I
grow
steadier
,
if
ever
I
do
.
Heigho
!
It
is
a
great
bore
to
be
so
stupid
,
for
I
thought
—
But
it
is
of
no
use
to
talk
of
it
!
'
'
Mr
.
Edmonstone
would
be
a
very
unreasonable
guardian
,
indeed
,
to
be
displeased
,
'
said
his
friend
,
smiling
.
'
You
say
you
stopped
the
purchase
of
the
horse
.
Why
so
?
Could
you
not
keep
him
till
you
are
more
sure
of
yourself
?
'
'
Do
you
think
I
might
?
'
joyously
exclaimed
Guy
.
'
I
'll
write
to
Philip
this
minute
by
the
post
.
Such
a
splendid
creature
;
it
would
do
you
good
to
see
it
—
such
action
—
such
a
neck
—
such
spirit
.
It
would
be
a
shame
not
to
secure
it
.
But
no
—
no
'
—
and
he
checked
himself
sorrowfully
.
'
I
had
made
up
my
mind
before
that
I
do
n't
deserve
it
.
If
it
was
here
,
it
would
be
always
to
be
tried
;
if
I
heard
the
hounds
,
I
do
n't
know
how
I
should
keep
from
riding
after
them
;
whereas
,
now
I
ca
n't
,
for
William
wont
let
me
take
Deloraine
.
No
,
I
ca
n't
trust
myself
to
keep
such
a
horse
,
and
not
hunt
.
It
will
serve
me
right
to
see
Mr.
Brownlow
on
it
,
for
he
was
looking
at
it
,
and
he
will
never
miss
such
a
chance
!
'
and
the
depth
of
his
sigh
bore
witness
to
the
struggle
it
cost
him
.
'
I
should
not
like
to
use
any
one
as
you
use
yourself
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
looking
at
him
with
affectionate
anxiety
,
which
seemed
suddenly
to
change
the
current
of
his
thoughts
,
for
he
exclaimed
abruptly
—
'
Mrs
.
Edmonstone
,
can
you
tell
me
anything
about
my
mother
?
'
'
I
am
afraid
not
,
'
said
she
,
kindly
;
'
you
know
we
had
so
little
intercourse
with
you
family
,
that
I
heard
little
but
the
bare
facts
.
'
'
I
do
n't
think
,
'
said
Guy
,
leaning
on
the
chimney-piece
,
'
that
I
ever
thought
much
about
her
till
I
knew
you
;
but
lately
I
have
fancied
a
great
deal
about
what
might
have
been
if
she
had
but
lived
.
'
It
was
not
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
way
to
say
half
what
she
felt
;
and
she
went
on
—
'
Poor
thing
!
I
believe
she
was
quite
a
child
.
'
'
Only
seventeen
when
she
died
,
'
said
Guy
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
went
to
a
drawer
,
took
out
two
or
three
bundles
of
old
letters
,
and
,
after
searching
in
them
by
the
firelight
,
said
—
'
Ah
!
here
is
a
little
about
her
;
it
is
in
a
letter
from
my
sister-in-law
,
Philip
's
mother
,
when
they
were
staying
at
Stylehurst
.
'
'
Who
?
My
father
and
mother
?
'
cried
Guy
,
eagerly
.
'
Did
you
not
know
they
had
been
there
three
or
four
days
?
'
'
No
—
I
know
less
about
them
than
anybody
,
'
said
he
,
sadly
:
but
as
Mrs.
Edmonstone
waited
,
doubtful
as
to
whether
she
might
be
about
to
make
disclosures
for
which
he
was
unprepared
,
he
added
hastily
—
'
I
do
know
the
main
facts
of
the
story
;
I
was
told
them
last
autumn
;
'
and
an
expression
,
denoting
the
remembrance
of
great
suffering
,
came
over
his
face
,
then
,
pausing
a
moment
,
he
said
—
'
I
knew
Archdeacon
Morville
had
been
very
kind
.
'
'
He
was
always
interested
about
your
father
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
and
happening
to
meet
him
in
London
some
little
time
after
his
marriage
,
he
—
he
was
pleased
with
the
manner
in
which
he
was
behaving
then
,
thought
—
thought
—
'
And
here
,
recollecting
that
she
must
not
speak
ill
of
old
Sir
Guy
,
nor
palliate
his
son
's
conduct
,
poor
Mrs.
Edmonstone
got
into
an
inextricable
confusion
—
all
the
worse
because
the
fierce
twisting
of
a
penwiper
in
Guy
's
fingers
denoted
that
he
was
suffering
a
great
trial
of
patience
.
She
avoided
the
difficulty
thus
:
'
It
is
hard
to
speak
of
such
things
when
there
is
so
much
to
be
regretted
on
both
sides
;
but
the
fact
was
,
my
brother
thought
your
father
was
harshly
dealt
with
at
that
time
.
Of
course
he
had
done
very
wrong
;
but
he
had
been
so
much
neglected
and
left
to
himself
,
that
it
seemed
hardly
fair
to
visit
his
offence
on
him
as
severely
as
if
he
had
had
more
advantages
.
So
it
ended
in
their
coming
to
spend
a
day
or
two
at
Stylehurst
;
and
this
is
the
letter
my
sister-in-law
wrote
at
the
time
:
—
"
Our
visitors
have
just
left
us
,
and
on
the
whole
I
am
much
better
pleased
than
I
expected
.
The
little
Mrs.
Morville
is
a
very
pretty
creature
,
and
as
engaging
as
long
flaxen
curls
,
apple-blossom
complexion
,
blue
eyes
,
and
the
sweetest
of
voices
,
can
make
her
;
so
full
of
childish
glee
and
playfulness
,
that
no
one
would
stop
to
think
whether
she
was
lady-like
any
more
than
you
would
with
a
child
.
She
used
to
go
singing
like
a
bird
about
the
house
,
as
soon
as
the
first
strangeness
wore
off
,
which
was
after
her
first
game
at
play
with
Fanny
and
little
Philip
.
She
made
them
very
fond
of
her
,
as
indeed
she
would
make
every
one
who
spent
a
day
or
two
in
the
same
house
with
her
.
I
could
almost
defy
Sir
Guy
not
to
be
reconciled
after
one
sight
of
her
sweet
sunny
face
.
She
is
all
affection
and
gentleness
,
and
with
tolerable
training
anything
might
be
made
of
her
;
but
she
is
so
young
in
mind
and
manners
,
that
one
cannot
even
think
of
blaming
her
for
her
elopement
,
for
she
had
no
mother
,
no
education
but
in
music
;
and
her
brother
seems
to
have
forced
it
on
,
thrown
her
in
Mr.
Morville
's
way
,
and
worked
on
his
excitable
temperament
till
he
hurried
them
into
the
marriage
.
Poor
little
girl
,
I
suppose
she
little
guesses
what
she
has
done
;
but
it
was
pleasant
to
see
how
devotedly
attached
he
seemed
to
her
;
and
there
was
something
beautiful
in
the
softening
of
his
impetuous
tones
when
he
said
,
'
Marianne
;
'
and
her
pride
in
him
was
very
pretty
,
like
a
child
playing
at
matronly
airs
.
"
Guy
gave
a
long
,
heavy
sigh
,
brushed
away
a
tear
,
and
after
a
long
silence
said
,
'
Is
that
all
?
'
'
All
that
I
like
to
read
to
you
.
Indeed
,
there
is
no
more
about
her
;
and
it
would
be
of
no
use
to
read
all
the
reports
that
were
going
about
.
—
Ah
!
here
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
looking
into
another
letter
,
'
she
speaks
of
your
father
as
a
very
fine
young
man
,
with
most
generous
impulses
,
'
—
but
here
again
she
was
obliged
to
stop
,
for
the
next
sentence
spoke
of
'
a
noble
character
ruined
by
mismanagement
.
'
'
She
never
saw
them
again
,
'
continued
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
Mr
.
Dixon
,
your
mother
's
brother
,
had
great
influence
with
your
father
,
and
made
matters
worse
—
so
much
worse
,
that
my
brother
did
not
feel
himself
justified
in
having
any
more
to
do
with
them
.
'
'
Ah
!
he
went
to
America
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
I
do
n't
know
any
more
about
him
,
except
that
he
came
to
the
funeral
,
and
stood
with
his
arms
folded
,
not
choosing
to
shake
hands
with
my
poor
grandfather
.
'
After
another
silence
,
he
said
,
'
will
you
read
that
again
?
'
and
when
he
had
heard
it
,
he
sat
shading
his
brow
with
his
hand
,
as
if
to
bring
the
fair
,
girlish
picture
fully
before
his
mind
,
while
Mrs.
Edmonstone
sought
in
vain
among
her
letters
for
one
which
did
not
speak
of
the
fiery
passions
,
excited
on
either
side
,
in
terms
too
strong
to
be
fit
for
his
ears
.
When
next
he
spoke
,
it
was
to
repeat
that
he
had
not
been
informed
of
the
history
of
his
parents
till
within
the
last
few
months
.
He
had
of
course
known
the
manner
of
their
death
,
but
had
only
lately
become
aware
of
the
circumstances
attending
it
.
The
truth
was
,
that
Guy
had
grown
up
peculiarly
shielded
from
evil
,
but
ignorant
of
the
cause
of
the
almost
morbid
solicitude
with
which
he
was
regarded
by
his
grandfather
.
He
was
a
very
happy
,
joyous
boy
,
leading
an
active
,
enterprising
life
,
though
so
lonely
as
to
occasion
greater
dreaminess
and
thoughtfulness
than
usual
at
such
an
early
age
.
He
was
devotedly
attached
to
his
grandfather
,
looking
on
him
as
the
first
and
best
of
human
beings
,
and
silencing
the
belief
that
Sir
Hugh
Morville
had
entailed
a
doom
of
crime
and
sorrow
on
the
family
,
by
a
reference
to
him
,
as
one
who
had
been
always
good
and
prosperous
.
When
,
however
,
Guy
had
reached
an
age
at
which
he
must
encounter
the
influences
which
had
proved
so
baneful
to
others
of
his
family
,
his
grandfather
thought
it
time
to
give
him
the
warning
of
his
own
history
.
The
sins
,
which
the
repentance
of
years
had
made
more
odious
in
the
eyes
of
the
old
man
,
were
narrated
;
the
idleness
and
insubordination
at
first
,
then
the
reckless
pursuit
of
pleasure
,
the
craving
for
excitement
,
the
defiance
of
rule
and
authority
,
till
folly
had
become
vice
,
and
vice
had
led
to
crime
.
He
had
fought
no
fewer
than
three
duels
,
and
only
one
had
been
bloodless
.
His
misery
after
the
first
had
well
nigh
led
to
a
reform
;
but
time
had
dulled
its
acuteness
—
it
had
been
lost
in
fresh
scenes
of
excitement
—
and
at
the
next
offence
rage
had
swept
away
such
recollections
.
Indeed
,
so
far
had
he
lost
the
natural
generosity
of
his
character
,
that
his
remorse
had
been
comparatively
slight
for
the
last
,
which
was
the
worst
of
all
,
since
he
had
forced
the
quarrel
on
his
victim
,
Captain
Wellwood
,
whose
death
had
left
a
wife
and
children
almost
destitute
.
His
first
awakening
to
a
sense
of
what
his
course
had
been
,
was
when
he
beheld
his
only
child
,
in
the
prime
of
youth
,
carried
lifeless
across
his
threshold
,
and
attributed
his
death
to
his
own
intemperance
and
violence
.
That
hour
made
Sir
Guy
Morville
an
old
and
a
broken-hearted
man
;
and
he
repented
as
vigorously
as
he
had
sinned
.
From
the
moment
he
dared
to
hope
that
his
son
's
orphan
would
be
spared
,
he
had
been
devoted
to
him
,
but
still
mournfully
,
envying
and
yet
pitying
his
innocence
as
something
that
could
not
last
.
He
saw
bright
blossoms
put
forth
,
as
the
boy
grew
older
;
but
they
were
not
yet
fruits
,
and
he
did
not
dare
to
believe
they
ever
would
be
.
The
strength
of
will
which
had
,
in
his
own
case
,
been
the
slave
of
his
passions
,
had
been
turned
inward
to
subdue
the
passions
themselves
,
but
this
was
only
the
beginning
,
—
the
trial
was
not
yet
come
.
He
could
hope
his
grandson
might
repent
,
but
this
was
the
best
that
he
dared
to
think
possible
.
He
could
not
believe
that
a
Morville
could
pass
unscathed
through
the
world
,
or
that
his
sins
would
not
be
visited
on
the
head
of
his
only
descendant
;
and
the
tone
of
his
narration
was
throughout
such
as
might
almost
have
made
the
foreboding
cause
its
own
accomplishment
.
The
effect
was
beyond
what
he
had
expected
;
for
a
soul
deeply
died
in
guilt
,
even
though
loathing
its
own
stains
,
had
not
the
power
of
conceiving
how
foul
was
the
aspect
of
vice
,
to
one
hitherto
guarded
from
its
contemplation
,
and
living
in
a
world
of
pure
,
lofty
daydreams
.
The
boy
sat
the
whole
time
without
a
word
,
his
face
bent
down
and
hidden
by
his
clasped
hands
,
only
now
and
then
unable
to
repress
a
start
or
shudder
at
some
fresh
disclosure
;
and
when
it
was
ended
,
he
stood
up
,
gazed
round
,
and
walked
uncertainly
,
as
if
he
did
not
know
where
he
was
.
His
next
impulse
was
to
throw
himself
on
his
knee
beside
his
grandfather
,
and
caress
him
as
he
used
when
a
child
.
The
'
good
night
'
was
spoken
,
and
Guy
was
shut
into
his
room
,
with
his
overwhelming
emotions
.
His
grandfather
a
blood-stained
,
remorseful
man
!
The
doom
complete
,
himself
heir
to
the
curse
of
Sir
Hugh
,
and
fated
to
run
the
same
career
;
and
as
he
knew
full
well
,
with
the
tendency
to
the
family
character
strong
within
him
,
the
germs
of
these
hateful
passions
ready
to
take
root
downwards
and
bear
fruit
upwards
,
with
the
very
countenance
of
Sir
Hugh
,
and
the
same
darkening
,
kindling
eyes
,
of
which
tradition
had
preserved
the
remembrance
.
He
was
crushed
for
awhile
.
The
consciousness
of
strength
not
his
own
,
of
the
still
small
voice
that
could
subdue
the
fire
,
the
earthquake
,
and
the
whirlwind
,
was
slow
in
coming
to
him
,
and
when
it
came
,
he
,
like
his
grandfather
,
had
hope
rather
of
final
repentance
than
of
keeping
himself
unstained
.
His
mind
had
not
recovered
the
shock
when
his
grandfather
died
,
—
died
in
faith
and
fear
,
with
good
hope
of
accepted
repentance
,
but
unable
to
convey
the
assurance
of
such
hope
to
his
grandson
.
Grief
for
the
only
parent
he
had
ever
known
,
and
the
sensation
of
being
completely
alone
in
the
world
,
were
joined
to
a
vague
impression
of
horror
at
the
suddenness
of
the
stroke
,
and
it
was
long
before
the
influence
of
Hollywell
,
or
the
elasticity
of
his
own
youthfulness
,
could
rouse
him
from
his
depression
.
Even
then
it
was
almost
against
his
will
that
he
returned
to
enjoyment
,
unable
to
avoid
being
amused
,
but
feeling
as
if
joy
was
not
meant
for
him
,
and
as
if
those
around
were
walking
'
in
a
world
of
light
,
'
where
he
could
scarcely
hope
to
tread
a
few
uncertain
steps
.
In
this
despondency
was
Guy
's
chief
danger
,
as
it
was
likely
to
make
him
deem
a
struggle
with
temptation
fruitless
,
while
his
high
spirits
and
powers
of
keen
enjoyment
increased
the
peril
of
recklessness
in
the
reaction
.
It
was
Mrs.
Edmonstone
who
first
spoke
to
him
cheerfully
of
a
successful
conflict
with
evil
,
and
made
him
perceive
that
his
temptations
were
but
such
as
are
common
to
man
.
She
had
given
him
a
clue
to
discover
when
and
how
to
trust
himself
to
enjoy
;
the
story
of
Sintram
had
stirred
him
deeply
,
and
this
very
day
,
Amy
's
words
,
seemingly
unheeded
and
unheard
,
had
brought
home
to
him
the
hope
and
encouragement
of
that
marvellous
tale
.
They
had
helped
him
in
standing
,
looking
steadfastly
upwards
,
and
treading
down
not
merely
evil
,
but
the
first
token
of
coming
evil
,
regardless
of
the
bruises
he
might
inflict
on
himself
.
Well
for
him
if
he
was
constant
.
Such
was
Guy
's
inner
life
;
his
outward
life
,
frank
and
joyous
,
has
been
shown
,
and
the
two
flowed
on
like
a
stream
,
pure
as
crystal
,
but
into
which
the
eye
cannot
penetrate
from
its
depth
.
The
surface
would
be
sometimes
obscured
by
cloud
or
shade
,
and
reveal
the
sombre
wells
beneath
,
but
more
often
the
sunshine
would
penetrate
the
inmost
recesses
,
and
make
them
glance
and
sparkle
,
showing
themselves
as
clear
and
limpid
as
the
surface
itself
.
CHAPTER
VI
.
Can
piety
the
discord
heal
,
Or
stanch
the
death-feud
's
enmity
?
Scott
It
must
not
be
supposed
that
such
a
history
of
Guy
's
mind
was
expressed
by
himself
or
understood
by
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
but
she
saw
enough
to
guess
at
his
character
,
perceive
the
sort
of
guidance
he
needed
,
and
be
doubly
interested
in
him
.
Much
did
she
wish
he
could
have
such
a
friend
as
her
brother
would
have
been
,
and
hope
that
nothing
would
prevent
a
friendship
with
her
nephew
.
The
present
question
about
the
horse
was
,
she
thought
,
unfortunate
,
since
,
though
Guy
had
exercised
great
selfdenial
,
it
was
no
wonder
Philip
was
annoyed
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
vexation
was
soon
over
.
As
soon
as
she
had
persuaded
him
that
there
had
been
no
offence
,
he
strove
to
say
with
a
good
grace
,
that
it
was
very
proper
,
and
told
Guy
he
would
be
a
thorough
book-worm
and
tremendous
scholar
,
which
Guy
took
as
an
excellent
joke
.
Philip
had
made
up
his
mind
to
be
forbearing
,
and
to
say
no
more
about
it
.
Laura
thought
this
a
pity
,
as
they
could
thus
never
come
to
an
understanding
;
but
when
she
hinted
it
,
he
wore
such
a
dignified
air
of
not
being
offended
,
that
she
was
much
ashamed
of
having
tried
to
direct
one
so
much
better
able
to
judge
.
On
his
side
,
Guy
had
no
idea
of
the
trouble
he
had
caused
;
so
,
after
bestowing
his
thanks
in
a
gay
,
offhand
way
,
which
Philip
thought
the
worst
feature
of
the
case
,
he
did
his
best
to
bring
Hecuba
back
to
his
mind
,
drive
the
hunters
out
of
it
,
and
appease
the
much-aggrieved
William
of
Deloraine
.
When
all
William
's
manoeuvres
resulted
in
his
master
's
not
hunting
at
all
,
he
was
persuaded
it
was
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
fault
,
compassionated
Sir
Guy
with
all
his
heart
,
and
could
only
solace
himself
by
taking
Deloraine
to
exercise
where
he
was
most
likely
to
meet
the
hounds
.
He
further
chose
to
demonstrate
that
he
was
not
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
servant
,
by
disregarding
some
of
his
stable
regulations
;
but
as
soon
as
this
came
to
his
master
's
knowledge
,
a
few
words
were
spoken
,
but
those
so
sharp
and
stern
,
that
William
never
attempted
to
disobey
again
.
It
seemed
as
if
it
was
the
perception
that
so
much
was
kept
back
by
a
strong
force
,
that
made
Guy
's
least
token
of
displeasure
so
formidable
.
A
village
boy
,
whom
he
caught
misusing
a
poor
dog
,
was
found
a
few
minutes
after
by
Mr.
Ross
in
a
state
of
terror
that
was
positively
ludicrous
,
though
it
did
not
appear
that
Sir
Guy
had
said
or
done
much
to
alarm
him
;
it
was
only
the
light
in
his
eyes
,
and
the
strength
of
repressed
indignation
in
his
short
broken
words
,
that
had
made
the
impression
.
It
appeared
as
if
the
force
of
his
anger
might
be
fearful
,
if
once
it
broke
forth
without
control
;
yet
at
the
same
time
he
had
a
gentleness
and
attention
,
alike
to
small
and
great
,
which
with
his
high
spirit
and
good
nature
,
his
very
sweet
voice
and
pleasant
smile
,
made
him
a
peculiarly
winning
and
engaging
person
;
and
few
who
saw
him
could
help
being
interested
in
him
.
No
wonder
he
had
become
in
the
eyes
of
the
Edmonstones
almost
a
part
of
their
family
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
had
assumed
a
motherly
control
over
him
,
to
which
he
submitted
with
a
sort
of
affectionate
gratitude
.
One
day
Philip
remarked
,
that
he
never
saw
any
one
so
restless
as
Guy
,
who
could
neither
talk
nor
listen
without
playing
with
something
.
Scissors
,
pencil
,
paper-knife
,
or
anything
that
came
in
his
way
,
was
sure
to
be
twisted
and
tormented
,
or
if
nothing
else
was
at
hand
,
he
opened
and
shut
his
own
knife
so
as
to
put
all
the
spectators
in
fear
for
his
fingers
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
I
saw
how
it
tortured
your
eyebrows
all
the
time
you
were
translating
Schiller
to
us
.
I
wondered
you
were
not
put
out
.
'
'
I
consider
that
to
be
put
out
—
by
which
you
mean
to
have
the
intellect
at
the
mercy
of
another
's
folly
—
is
beneath
a
reasonable
creature
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
but
that
I
was
annoyed
I
do
not
deny
.
It
is
a
token
of
a
restless
,
ill-regulated
mind
.
'
'
Restless
,
perhaps
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
but
not
necessarily
ill-regulated
.
I
should
think
it
rather
a
sign
that
he
had
no
one
to
tell
him
of
the
tricks
which
mothers
generally
nip
in
the
bud
.
'
'
I
was
going
to
say
that
I
think
he
fidgets
less
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
but
I
think
his
chief
contortions
of
the
scissors
have
been
when
Philip
has
been
here
.
'
'
They
have
,
I
believe
,
'
said
her
mother
;
'
I
was
thinking
of
giving
him
a
hint
.
'
'
Well
,
aunt
,
you
are
a
tamer
of
savage
beasts
if
you
venture
on
such
a
subject
,
'
said
Philip
.
'
Do
you
dare
me
?
'
she
asked
,
smiling
.
'
Why
,
I
do
n't
suppose
he
would
do
more
than
give
you
one
of
his
lightning
glances
,
but
that
,
I
think
,
is
more
than
you
desire
?
'
'
Considerably
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
for
his
sake
as
much
as
my
own
.
'
'
But
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
mamma
has
nearly
cured
him
of
pawing
like
a
horse
in
the
hall
when
he
is
kept
waiting
.
He
said
,
he
knew
it
was
impatience
,
and
begged
her
to
tell
him
how
to
cure
it
.
So
she
treated
him
as
an
old
fairy
might
,
and
advised
him
in
a
grave
,
mysterious
way
,
always
to
go
and
play
the
'
Harmonious
Blacksmith
'
when
he
found
himself
getting
into
a
taking
,
just
as
if
it
was
a
charm
.
And
he
always
does
it
most
dutifully
.
'
'
It
has
a
very
good
effect
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
for
it
is
apt
to
act
as
a
summons
to
the
other
party
,
as
well
as
a
sedative
to
him
.
'
'
I
must
say
I
am
curious
to
see
what
you
will
devise
this
time
,
'
said
Philip
;
'
since
you
ca
n't
set
him
to
play
on
the
piano
;
and
very
few
can
bear
to
be
told
of
a
trick
of
the
kind
.
'
In
the
course
of
that
evening
Philip
caused
the
great
atlas
to
be
hunted
out
,
in
order
to
make
investigations
on
the
local
habitation
of
a
certain
Khan
of
Kipchak
,
who
existed
somewhere
in
the
dark
age
.
Thence
he
came
to
Marco
Polo
and
Sir
John
Mandeville
;
and
Guy
,
who
knew
both
the
books
in
the
library
at
Redclyffe
,
grew
very
eager
in
talking
them
over
,
and
tracing
their
adventures
—
then
to
the
Genoese
merchants
,
where
Guy
confessed
himself
perfectly
ignorant
.
Andrea
Doria
was
the
only
Genoese
he
ever
heard
of
;
but
he
hunted
out
with
great
interest
all
the
localities
of
their
numerous
settlements
.
Then
came
modern
Italy
,
and
its
fallen
palaces
;
then
the
contrast
between
the
republican
merchant
and
aristocratic
lord
of
the
soil
;
then
the
corn-laws
;
and
then
,
and
not
till
then
,
did
Philip
glance
at
his
aunt
,
to
show
her
Guy
balancing
a
Venetian
weight
on
as
few
of
his
fingers
as
could
support
it
.
'
Guy
,
'
said
she
,
smiling
,
'
does
that
unfortunate
glass
inspire
you
with
any
arguments
in
favour
of
the
Venetians
?
'
Guy
put
it
down
at
once
,
and
Philip
proceeded
to
improved
methods
of
farming
,
to
enable
landlords
to
meet
the
exigencies
of
the
times
.
Guy
had
got
hold
of
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
spectacle-case
,
and
was
putting
its
spring
to
a
hard
trial
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
doubted
whether
to
interfere
again
;
she
knew
this
was
not
the
sort
of
thing
that
tried
his
temper
,
yet
she
particularly
disliked
playing
him
off
,
as
it
were
,
for
Philip
's
amusement
,
and
quite
as
much
letting
him
go
on
,
and
lower
himself
in
her
nephew
's
estimation
.
The
spectacle-case
settled
the
matter
—
a
crack
was
heard
,
it
refused
to
snap
at
all
;
and
Guy
,
much
discomfited
,
made
many
apologies
.
Amy
laughed
;
Philip
was
much
too
well-bred
to
do
anything
but
curl
his
lip
unconsciously
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
waited
till
he
was
gone
,
then
,
when
she
was
wishing
Guy
'
good
night
'
at
Charles
'
door
,
she
said
:
'
The
spectacle-case
forestalled
me
in
giving
you
a
lecture
on
sparing
our
nerves
.
Do
n't
look
so
very
full
of
compunction
—
it
is
only
a
trick
which
your
mother
would
have
stopped
at
five
years
old
,
and
which
you
can
soon
stop
for
yourself
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
I
will
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
I
hardly
knew
I
did
it
,
but
I
am
very
sorry
it
has
teazed
you
.
'
Thenceforward
it
was
curious
to
see
how
he
put
down
and
pushed
away
all
he
had
once
begun
to
touch
and
torture
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
said
it
was
self-command
in
no
common
degree
;
and
Philip
allowed
that
to
cure
so
inveterate
a
habit
required
considerable
strength
of
will
.
'
However
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
always
gave
the
Morvilles
credit
for
an
iron
resolution
.
Yes
,
Amy
,
you
may
laugh
;
but
if
a
man
is
not
resolute
in
a
little
,
he
will
never
be
resolute
in
great
matters
.
'
'
And
Guy
has
been
resolute
the
right
way
this
time
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
May
he
always
be
the
same
,
'
said
Philip
.
Philip
had
undertaken
,
on
his
way
back
to
Broadstone
,
to
conduct
Charlotte
to
East
Hill
,
where
she
was
to
spend
the
day
with
a
little
niece
of
Mary
Ross
.
She
presently
came
down
,
her
bonnet-strings
tied
in
a
most
resolute-looking
bow
,
and
her
little
figure
drawn
up
so
as
to
look
as
womanly
as
possible
for
her
first
walk
alone
with
Philip
.
She
wished
the
party
at
home
'
good-bye
;
'
and
as
Amy
and
Laura
stood
watching
her
,
they
could
not
help
laughing
to
see
her
tripping
feet
striving
to
keep
step
,
her
blue
veil
discreetly
composed
,
and
her
little
head
turned
up
,
as
if
she
was
trying
hard
to
be
on
equal
terms
with
the
tall
cousin
,
who
mean
while
looked
graciously
down
from
his
height
,
patronizing
her
like
a
very
small
child
.
After
some
space
,
Amy
began
to
wonder
what
they
could
talk
about
,
or
whether
they
would
talk
at
all
;
but
Laura
said
there
was
no
fear
of
Charlotte
's
tongue
ever
being
still
,
and
Charles
rejoined
:
'
Do
n't
you
know
that
Philip
considers
it
due
to
himself
that
his
audience
should
never
be
without
conversation
suited
to
their
capacity
.
'
'
Nonsense
,
Charlie
!
'
'
Nay
,
I
give
him
credit
for
doing
it
as
well
as
it
is
in
the
nature
of
things
for
it
to
be
done
.
The
strongest
proof
I
know
of
his
being
a
superior
man
,
is
the
way
he
adapts
himself
to
his
company
.
He
lays
down
the
law
to
us
,
because
he
knows
we
are
all
born
to
be
his
admirers
;
he
calls
Thorndale
his
dear
fellow
,
and
conducts
him
like
a
Mentor
;
but
you
may
observe
how
different
he
is
with
other
people
—
Mr.
Ross
,
for
instance
.
It
is
not
showing
off
;
it
is
just
what
the
pattern
hero
should
be
with
the
pattern
clergyman
.
At
a
dinner-party
he
is
quite
in
his
place
;
contents
himself
with
leaving
an
impression
on
his
neighbour
that
Mr.
Morville
is
at
home
on
every
subject
;
and
that
he
is
the
right
thing
with
his
brother
officers
is
sufficiently
proved
,
since
not
even
Maurice
either
hates
or
quizzes
him
.
'
'
Well
,
Charlie
,
'
said
Laura
,
much
pleased
,
'
I
am
glad
you
are
convinced
at
last
.
'
'
Do
you
think
I
ever
wanted
to
be
convinced
that
we
were
created
for
no
other
end
than
to
applaud
Philip
?
I
was
fulfilling
the
object
of
our
existence
by
enlarging
on
a
remark
of
Guy
's
,
that
nothing
struck
him
more
than
the
way
in
which
Philip
could
adapt
his
conversation
to
the
hearers
.
So
the
hint
was
not
lost
on
me
;
and
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
it
was
a
far
greater
proof
of
his
sense
than
all
the
maxims
he
lavishes
on
us
.
'
'
I
wonder
Guy
was
the
person
to
make
the
remark
,
'
said
Laura
;
'
for
it
is
strange
that
those
two
never
appear
to
the
best
advantage
together
.
'
'
O
Laura
,
that
would
be
the
very
reason
,
'
said
Amy
.
'
The
very
reason
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
Draw
out
your
meaning
,
Miss
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Amy
,
colouring
.
'
If
Guy
—
if
a
generous
person
,
I
mean
—
were
vexed
with
another
sometimes
,
it
would
be
the
very
reason
he
would
make
the
most
of
all
his
goodness
.
'
'
Heigh
ho
!
'
yawned
Charles
.
'
What
o'clock
is
it
?
I
wonder
when
Guy
is
ever
coming
back
from
that
Lascelles
.
'
'
Your
wonder
need
need
not
last
long
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
for
I
see
him
riding
into
the
stable
yard
.
'
In
a
few
minutes
he
had
entered
;
and
,
on
being
asked
if
he
had
met
Philip
and
Charlotte
,
and
how
they
were
getting
on
,
he
replied
—
'
A
good
deal
like
the
print
of
Dignity
and
Impudence
,
'
at
the
same
time
throwing
back
his
shoulders
,
and
composing
his
countenance
to
imitate
Philip
's
lofty
deportment
and
sedate
expression
,
and
the
next
moment
,
putting
his
head
on
one
side
with
a
sharp
little
nod
,
and
giving
a
certain
espiegle
glance
of
the
eye
and
knowing
twist
of
one
corner
of
the
mouth
,
just
like
Charlotte
.
'
By
the
bye
,
'
added
he
,
'
would
Philip
have
been
a
clergyman
if
he
had
gone
to
Oxford
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
;
I
do
n't
think
it
was
settled
,
'
said
Laura
.
'
Why
?
'
'
I
could
never
fancy
him
one
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
He
would
not
have
been
what
he
is
now
if
he
had
gone
to
Oxford
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
He
would
have
lived
with
men
