carelessof
themselves
they
are
in
the
presence
of
God
.
'
All
were
struck
by
the
description
.
Guy
did
not
speak
at
first
,
but
the
solemn
expression
of
his
face
showed
how
he
felt
its
power
and
reverence
.
Philip
asked
if
they
would
like
to
hear
more
,
and
Charles
assented
:
Amy
worked
,
Laura
went
on
with
her
perspective
,
and
Guy
sat
by
her
side
,
making
concentric
circles
with
her
compasses
,
or
when
she
wanted
them
he
tormented
her
parallel
ruler
,
or
cut
the
pencils
,
never
letting
his
fingers
rest
except
at
some
high
or
deep
passage
,
or
when
some
interesting
discussion
arose
.
All
were
surprised
when
luncheon
time
arrived
;
Charles
held
out
his
hand
for
the
book
;
it
was
given
with
a
slight
smile
,
and
he
exclaimed
:
'
Latin
!
I
thought
you
were
translating
.
Is
it
your
own
property
?
'
'
Yes
.
'
'
Is
it
very
tough
?
I
would
read
it
,
if
any
one
would
read
it
with
me
.
'
'
Do
you
mean
me
?
'
said
Guy
;
'
I
should
like
it
very
much
,
but
you
have
seen
how
little
Latin
I
know
.
'
'
That
is
the
very
thing
,
'
said
Charles
;
'
that
Ovis
of
yours
was
music
;
I
would
have
made
you
a
Knight
of
the
Golden
Fleece
on
the
spot
.
Tutors
I
could
get
by
shoals
,
but
a
fellow-dunce
is
inestimable
.
'
'
It
is
a
bargain
,
then
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
if
Philip
has
done
with
the
book
and
will
lend
it
to
us
.
'
The
luncheon
bell
rang
,
and
they
all
adjourned
to
the
dining-room
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
came
in
when
luncheon
was
nearly
over
,
rejoicing
that
his
letters
were
done
,
but
then
he
looked
disconsolately
from
the
window
,
and
pitied
the
weather
.
'
Nothing
for
it
but
billiards
.
People
might
say
it
was
nonsense
to
have
a
billiard-table
in
such
a
house
,
but
for
his
part
he
found
there
was
no
getting
through
a
wet
day
without
them
.
Philip
must
beat
him
as
usual
,
and
Guy
might
have
one
of
the
young
ladies
to
make
a
fourth
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
but
I
do
n't
play
.
'
'
Not
play
—
eh
?
Well
,
we
will
teach
you
in
the
spinning
of
a
ball
,
and
I
'll
have
my
little
Amy
to
help
me
against
you
and
Philip
.
'
'
No
,
thank
you
,
'
repeated
Guy
,
colouring
,
'
I
am
under
a
promise
.
'
'
Ha
!
Eh
?
What
?
Your
grandfather
?
He
could
see
no
harm
in
such
play
as
this
.
For
nothing
,
you
understand
.
You
did
not
suppose
I
meant
anything
else
?
'
'
O
no
,
of
course
not
,
'
eagerly
replied
Guy
;
'
but
it
is
impossible
for
me
to
play
,
thank
you
.
I
have
promised
never
even
to
look
on
at
a
game
at
billiards
.
'
'
Ah
,
poor
man
,
he
had
too
much
reason
,
'
muttered
Mr.
Edmonstone
to
himself
,
but
catching
a
warning
look
from
his
wife
,
he
became
suddenly
silent
.
Guy
,
mean
while
,
sat
looking
lost
in
sad
thoughts
,
till
,
rousing
himself
,
he
exclaimed
,
'
Do
n't
let
me
prevent
you
.
'
Mr.
Edmonstone
needed
but
little
persuasion
,
and
carried
Philip
off
to
the
billiard-table
in
the
front
hall
.
'
O
,
I
am
so
glad
!
'
cried
Charlotte
,
who
had
,
within
the
last
week
,
learnt
Guy
's
value
as
a
playfellow
.
'
Now
you
will
never
go
to
those
stupid
billiards
,
but
I
shall
have
you
always
,
every
rainy
day
.
Come
and
have
a
real
good
game
at
ball
on
the
stairs
.
'
She
already
had
hold
of
his
hand
,
and
would
have
dragged
him
off
at
once
,
had
he
not
waited
to
help
Charles
back
to
his
sofa
;
and
in
the
meantime
she
tried
in
vain
to
persuade
her
more
constant
playmate
,
Amabel
,
to
join
the
game
.
Poor
little
Amy
regretted
the
being
obliged
to
refuse
,
as
she
listened
to
the
merry
sounds
and
bouncing
balls
,
sighing
more
than
once
at
having
turned
into
a
grown-up
young
lady
;
while
Philip
observed
to
Laura
,
who
was
officiating
as
billiard-marker
,
that
Guy
was
still
a
mere
boy
.
The
fates
favoured
Amy
at
last
,
for
about
half
after
three
the
billiards
were
interrupted
,
and
Philip
,
pronouncing
the
rain
to
be
almost
over
,
invited
Guy
to
take
a
walk
,
and
they
set
out
in
a
very
grey
wet
mist
,
while
Charlotte
and
Amy
commenced
a
vigorous
game
at
battledore
and
shuttle-cock
.
The
grey
mist
had
faded
into
twilight
,
and
twilight
into
something
like
night
,
when
Charles
was
crossing
the
hall
,
with
the
aid
of
Amy
's
arm
,
Charlotte
carrying
the
crutch
behind
him
,
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
helping
Laura
with
her
perspective
apparatus
,
all
on
their
way
to
dress
for
dinner
;
the
door
opened
,
and
in
came
the
two
Morvilles
.
Guy
,
without
even
stopping
to
take
off
his
great
coat
,
ran
at
once
upstairs
,
and
the
next
moment
the
door
of
his
room
was
shut
with
a
bang
that
shook
the
house
,
and
made
them
all
start
and
look
at
Philip
for
explanation
.
'
Redclyffe
temper
,
'
said
he
,
coolly
,
with
a
half-smile
curling
his
short
upper
lip
.
'
What
have
you
been
doing
to
him
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
Nothing
.
At
least
nothing
worthy
of
such
ire
.
I
only
entered
on
the
subject
of
his
Oxford
life
,
and
advised
him
to
prepare
for
it
,
for
his
education
has
as
yet
been
a
mere
farce
.
He
used
to
go
two
or
three
days
in
the
week
to
one
Potts
,
a
self-educated
genius
—
a
sort
of
superior
writing-master
at
the
Moorworth
commercial
school
.
Of
course
,
though
it
is
no
fault
of
his
,
poor
fellow
,
he
is
hardly
up
to
the
fifth
form
,
and
he
must
make
the
most
of
his
time
,
if
he
is
not
to
be
plucked
.
I
set
all
this
before
him
as
gently
as
I
could
,
for
I
knew
with
whom
I
had
to
deal
,
yet
you
see
how
it
is
,
'
'
What
did
he
say
?
'
asked
Charles
.
'
He
said
nothing
,
so
far
I
give
him
credit
;
but
he
strode
on
furiously
for
the
last
half
mile
,
and
this
explosion
is
the
finale
.
I
am
very
sorry
for
him
,
poor
boy
;
I
beg
no
further
notice
may
be
taken
of
it
.
Do
n't
you
want
an
arm
,
Charlie
?
'
'
No
,
thank
you
,
'
answered
Charles
,
with
a
little
surliness
.
'
You
had
better
.
It
really
is
too
much
for
Amy
,
'
said
Philip
,
making
a
move
as
if
to
take
possession
of
him
,
as
he
arrived
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
'
Like
the
camellia
,
I
suppose
,
'
he
replied
;
and
taking
his
other
crutch
from
Charlotte
,
he
began
determinedly
to
ascend
without
assistance
,
resolved
to
keep
Philip
a
prisoner
below
him
as
long
as
he
could
,
and
enjoying
the
notion
of
chafing
him
by
the
delay
.
Certainly
teazing
Philip
was
a
dear
delight
to
Charles
,
though
it
was
all
on
trust
,
as
,
if
he
succeeded
,
his
cousin
never
betrayed
his
annoyance
by
look
or
sign
.
About
a
quarter
of
an
hour
after
,
there
was
a
knock
at
the
dressing-room
door
.
'
Come
in
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
looking
up
from
her
letter-writing
,
and
Guy
made
his
appearance
,
looking
very
downcast
.
'
I
am
come
,
'
he
said
,
'
to
ask
pardon
for
the
disturbance
I
made
just
now
.
I
was
so
foolish
as
to
be
irritated
at
Philip
's
manner
,
when
he
was
giving
me
some
good
advice
,
and
I
am
very
sorry
.
'
'
What
has
happened
to
your
lip
?
'
she
exclaimed
.
He
put
his
handkerchief
to
it
.
'
Is
it
bleeding
still
?
It
is
a
trick
of
mine
to
bite
my
lip
when
I
am
vexed
.
It
seems
to
help
to
keep
down
words
.
There
!
I
have
given
myself
a
mark
of
this
hateful
outbreak
.
'
He
looked
very
unhappy
,
more
so
,
Mrs.
Edmonstone
thought
,
than
the
actual
offence
required
.
'
You
have
only
failed
in
part
,
'
she
said
.
'
It
was
a
victory
to
keep
down
words
.
'
'
The
feeling
is
the
thing
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
besides
,
I
showed
it
plainly
enough
without
speaking
.
'
'
It
is
not
easy
to
take
advice
from
one
so
little
your
elder
,
'
began
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
but
he
interrupted
her
.
It
was
not
the
advice
.
That
was
very
good
;
I
—
'
but
he
spoke
with
an
effort
,
—
'
I
am
obliged
to
him
.
It
was
—
no
,
I
wo
n't
say
what
,
'
he
added
,
his
eyes
kindling
,
then
changing
in
a
moment
to
a
sorrowful
resolute
tone
,
'
Yes
,
but
I
will
,
and
then
I
shall
make
myself
thoroughly
ashamed
.
It
was
his
veiled
assumption
of
superiority
,
his
contempt
for
all
I
have
been
taught
.
Just
as
if
he
had
not
every
right
to
despise
me
,
with
his
talent
and
scholarship
,
after
such
egregious
mistakes
as
I
had
made
in
the
morning
.
I
gave
him
little
reason
to
think
highly
of
my
attainments
;
but
let
him
slight
me
as
much
as
he
pleases
,
he
must
not
slight
those
who
taught
me
.
It
was
not
Mr.
Potts
'
fault
.
"
Even
the
name
could
not
spoil
the
spirited
sound
of
the
speech
,
and
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
full
of
sympathy
.
'
You
must
remember
,
'
she
said
,
'
that
in
the
eyes
of
a
man
brought
up
at
a
public
school
,
nothing
compensates
for
the
want
of
the
regular
classical
education
.
I
have
no
doubt
it
was
very
provoking
.
'
'
I
do
n't
want
to
be
excused
,
thank
you
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Oh
!
I
am
grieved
;
for
I
thought
the
worst
of
my
temper
had
been
subdued
.
After
all
that
has
passed
—
all
I
felt
—
I
thought
it
impossible
.
Is
there
no
hope
for
—
'
He
covered
his
faced
with
his
hands
,
then
recovering
and
turning
to
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
he
said
,
'
It
is
encroaching
too
much
on
your
kindness
to
come
here
and
trouble
you
with
my
confessions
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
indeed
,
'
said
she
,
earnestly
.
'
Remember
how
we
agreed
that
you
should
come
to
me
like
one
of
my
own
children
.
And
,
indeed
,
I
do
not
see
why
you
need
grieve
in
this
despairing
way
,
for
you
almost
overcame
the
fit
of
anger
;
and
perhaps
you
were
off
your
guard
because
the
trial
came
in
an
unexpected
way
?
'
'
It
did
,
it
did
,
'
he
said
,
eagerly
;
'
I
do
n't
mind
being
told
point
blank
that
I
am
a
dunce
,
but
that
Mr.
Potts
—
nay
,
by
implication
—
my
grandfather
should
be
set
at
nought
in
that
cool
—
But
here
I
am
again
!
'
said
he
,
checking
himself
in
the
midst
of
his
vehemence
;
'
he
did
not
mean
that
,
of
course
.
I
have
no
one
to
blame
but
myself
.
'
'
I
am
sure
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
'
that
if
you
always
treat
your
failings
in
this
way
,
you
must
subdue
them
at
last
.
'
'
It
is
all
failing
,
and
resolving
,
and
failing
again
!
'
said
Guy
.
'
Yes
,
but
the
failures
become
slighter
and
less
frequent
,
and
the
end
is
victory
.
'
'
The
end
victory
!
'
repeated
Guy
,
in
a
musing
tone
,
as
he
stood
leaning
against
the
mantelshelf
.
'
Yes
,
to
all
who
persevere
and
seek
for
help
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
and
he
raised
his
eyes
and
fixed
them
on
her
with
an
earnest
look
that
surprised
her
,
for
it
was
almost
as
if
the
hope
came
home
to
him
as
something
new
.
At
that
moment
,
however
,
she
was
called
away
,
and
directly
after
a
voice
in
the
next
room
exclaimed
,
'
Are
you
there
,
Guy
?
I
want
an
arm
!
'
while
he
for
the
first
time
perceived
that
Charles
's
door
was
ajar
.
Charles
thought
all
this
a
great
fuss
about
nothing
,
indeed
he
was
glad
to
find
there
was
any
one
who
had
no
patience
with
Philip
;
and
in
his
usual
mischievous
manner
,
totally
reckless
of
the
fearful
evil
of
interfering
with
the
influence
for
good
which
it
was
to
be
hoped
that
Philip
might
exert
over
Guy
,
he
spoke
thus
:
'
I
begin
to
think
the
world
must
be
more
docile
than
I
have
been
disposed
to
give
it
credit
for
.
How
a
certain
cousin
of
ours
has
escaped
numerous
delicate
hints
to
mind
his
own
business
is
to
me
one
of
the
wonders
of
the
world
.
'
'
No
one
better
deserves
that
his
advice
should
be
followed
,
'
said
Guy
,
with
some
constraint
.
'
An
additional
reason
against
it
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
Plague
on
that
bell
!
I
meant
to
have
broken
through
your
formalities
and
had
a
candid
opinion
of
Don
Philip
before
it
rang
.
'
'
Then
I
am
glad
of
it
;
I
could
hardly
have
given
you
a
candid
opinion
just
at
present
.
'
Charles
was
vexed
;
but
he
consoled
himself
by
thinking
that
Guy
did
not
yet
feel
himself
out
of
his
leading-strings
,
and
was
still
on
his
good
behaviour
.
After
such
a
flash
as
this
there
was
no
fear
;
but
there
was
that
in
him
which
would
create
mischief
and
disturbance
enough
.
Charles
was
well
principled
at
the
bottom
,
and
would
have
shrunk
with
horror
had
it
been
set
before
him
how
dangerous
might
be
the
effect
of
destroying
the
chance
of
a
friendship
between
Guy
and
the
only
person
whose
guidance
was
likely
to
be
beneficial
to
him
;
but
his
idle
,
unoccupied
life
,
and
habit
of
only
thinking
of
things
as
they
concerned
his
immediate
amusement
,
made
him
ready
to
do
anything
for
the
sake
of
opposition
to
Philip
,
and
enjoy
the
vague
idea
of
excitement
to
be
derived
from
anxiety
about
his
father
's
ward
,
whom
at
the
same
time
he
regarded
with
increased
liking
as
he
became
certain
that
what
he
called
the
Puritan
spirit
was
not
native
to
him
.
At
dinner-time
,
Guy
was
as
silent
as
on
his
first
arrival
,
and
there
would
have
been
very
little
conversation
had
not
the
other
gentlemen
talked
politics
,
Philip
leading
the
discussion
to
bear
upon
the
duties
and
prospects
of
landed
proprietors
,
and
dwelling
on
the
extent
of
their
opportunities
for
doing
good
.
He
tried
to
gain
Guy
's
attention
by
speaking
of
Redelyffe
,
of
the
large
circle
influenced
by
the
head
of
the
Morville
family
,
and
of
the
hopes
entertained
by
Lord
Thorndale
that
this
power
would
prove
a
valuable
support
to
the
rightful
cause
.
He
spoke
in
vain
;
the
young
heir
of
Redclyffe
made
answers
as
brief
,
absent
,
and
indifferent
,
as
if
all
this
concerned
him
no
more
than
the
Emperor
of
Morocco
,
and
Philip
,
mentally
pronouncing
him
sullen
,
turned
to
address
himself
to
Laura
.
As
soon
as
the
ladies
had
left
the
dining-room
,
Guy
roused
himself
,
and
began
by
saying
to
his
guardian
that
he
was
afraid
he
was
very
deficient
in
classical
knowledge
;
that
he
found
he
must
work
hard
before
going
to
Oxford
;
and
asked
whether
there
was
any
tutor
in
the
neighbourhood
to
whom
he
could
apply
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
opened
his
eyes
,
as
much
amazed
as
if
Guy
had
asked
if
there
was
any
executioner
in
the
neighbourhood
who
could
cut
off
his
head
.
Philip
was
no
less
surprised
,
but
he
held
his
peace
,
thinking
it
was
well
Guy
had
sense
enough
to
propose
it
voluntarily
,
as
he
would
have
suggested
it
to
his
uncle
as
soon
as
there
was
an
opportunity
of
doing
so
in
private
.
As
soon
as
Mr.
Edmonstone
had
recollected
himself
,
and
pronounced
it
to
be
exceedingly
proper
,
etc.
,
they
entered
into
a
discussion
on
the
neighbouring
curates
,
and
came
at
last
to
a
resolution
that
Philip
should
see
whether
Mr.
Lascelles
,
a
curate
at
Broadstone
,
and
an
old
school-fellow
of
his
own
,
would
read
with
Guy
a
few
hours
in
every
week
.
After
this
was
settled
,
Guy
looked
relieved
,
though
he
was
not
himself
all
the
evening
,
and
sat
in
his
old
corner
between
the
plants
and
the
window
,
where
he
read
a
grave
book
,
instead
of
talking
,
singing
,
or
finishing
his
volume
of
'
Ten
Thousand
a-Year
.
'
Charlotte
was
all
this
time
ill
at
ease
.
She
looked
from
Guy
to
Philip
,
from
Philip
to
Guy
;
she
shut
her
mouth
as
if
she
was
forming
some
great
resolve
,
then
coloured
,
and
looked
confused
,
rushing
into
the
conversation
with
something
more
mal-àpropos
than
usual
,
as
if
on
purpose
to
appear
at
her
case
.
At
last
,
just
before
her
bed-time
,
when
the
tea
was
coming
in
,
Mrs.
Edmonstone
engaged
with
that
,
Laura
reading
,
Amy
clearing
Charles
's
little
table
,
and
Philip
helping
Mr.
Edmonstone
to
unravel
the
confused
accounts
of
the
late
cheating
bailiff
,
Guy
suddenly
found
her
standing
by
him
,
perusing
his
face
with
all
the
power
of
her
great
blue
eyes
.
She
started
as
he
looked
up
,
and
put
her
face
into
Amabel
's
great
myrtle
,
as
if
she
would
make
it
appear
that
she
was
smelling
to
it
.
'
Well
,
Charlotte
?
'
said
he
,
and
the
sound
of
his
voice
made
her
speak
,
but
in
a
frightened
,
embarrassed
whisper
.
'
Guy
—
Guy
—
Oh
!
I
beg
your
pardon
,
but
I
wanted
to
—
'
'
Well
,
what
?
'
said
he
,
kindly
.
'
I
wanted
to
make
sure
that
you
are
not
angry
with
Philip
.
You
do
n't
mean
to
keep
up
the
feud
,
do
you
?
'
'
Feud
?
—
I
hope
not
,
'
said
Guy
,
too
much
in
earnest
to
be
diverted
with
her
lecture
.
'
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
him
.
'
'
Are
you
really
?
'
said
Charlotte
,
her
head
a
little
on
one
side
.
'
I
thought
he
had
been
scolding
you
.
'
Scolding
was
so
very
inappropriate
to
Philip
's
calm
,
argumentative
way
of
advising
,
that
it
became
impossible
not
to
laugh
.
'
Not
scolding
,
then
?
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
You
are
too
nearly
grown
up
for
that
,
but
telling
you
to
learn
,
and
being
tiresome
.
'
'
I
was
so
foolish
as
to
be
provoked
at
first
,
'
answered
Guy
:
'
but
I
hope
I
have
thought
better
of
it
,
and
I
am
going
to
act
upon
it
.
'
Charlotte
opened
her
eyes
wider
than
ever
,
but
in
the
midst
of
her
amazement
Mrs.
Edmonstone
called
to
Guy
to
quit
his
leafy
screen
and
come
to
tea
.
Philip
was
to
return
to
Broadstone
the
next
day
,
and
as
Mrs.
Edmonstone
had
some
errands
there
that
would
occupy
her
longer
than
Charles
liked
to
wait
in
the
carriage
,
it
was
settled
that
Philip
should
drive
her
there
in
the
pony-phaeton
,
and
Guy
accompany
them
and
drive
back
,
thus
having
an
opportunity
of
seeing
Philip
's
print
of
the
'
Madonna
di
San
Sisto
,
'
returning
some
calls
,
and
being
introduced
to
Mr.
Lascelles
,
whilst
she
was
shopping
.
They
appointed
an
hour
and
place
of
meeting
,
and
kept
to
it
,
after
which
Mrs.
Edmonstone
took
Guy
with
her
to
call
on
Mrs.
Deane
,
the
wife
of
the
colonel
.
It
was
currently
believed
among
the
young
Edmonstones
,
that
Mamma
and
Mrs.
Deane
never
met
without
talking
over
Mr.
Morville
's
good
qualities
,
and
the
present
visit
proved
no
exception
.
Mrs.
Deane
,
a
kind
,
open-hearted
,
elderly
lady
,
was
very
fond
of
Mr.
Morville
,
and
proud
of
him
as
a
credit
to
the
regiment
;
and
she
told
several
traits
of
his
excellent
judgment
,
kindness
of
heart
,
and
power
of
leading
to
the
right
course
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
listened
,
and
replied
with
delight
;
and
no
less
pleasure
and
admiration
was
seen
reflected
in
her
young
friend
's
radiant
face
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
first
question
,
as
they
set
out
on
their
homeward
drive
,
was
whether
they
had
seen
Mr.
Lascelles
?
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
I
am
to
begin
to-morrow
,
and
go
to
him
every
Monday
and
Thursday
.
'
'
That
is
prompt
.
'
'
Ah
!
I
have
no
time
to
lose
;
besides
,
I
have
been
leading
too
smooth
a
life
with
you
.
I
want
something
unpleasant
to
keep
me
in
order
.
Something
famously
horrid
,
'
repeated
he
,
smacking
the
whip
with
a
relish
,
as
if
he
would
have
applied
that
if
he
could
have
found
nothing
else
.
'
You
think
you
live
too
smoothly
at
Hollywell
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
hardly
able
,
with
all
her
respect
for
his
good
impulses
,
to
help
laughing
at
this
strange
boy
.
'
Yes
.
Happy
,
thoughtless
,
vehement
;
that
is
what
your
kindness
makes
me
.
Was
it
not
a
proof
,
that
I
must
needs
fly
out
at
such
a
petty
provocation
?
'
'
I
should
not
have
thought
it
such
a
very
exciting
life
;
certainly
not
such
as
is
usually
said
to
lead
to
thoughtlessness
;
and
we
have
been
even
quieter
than
usual
since
you
came
.
'
'
Ah
,
you
do
n't
know
what
stuff
I
am
made
of
,
'
said
Guy
,
gravely
,
though
smiling
;
'
your
own
home
party
is
enough
to
do
me
harm
;
it
is
so
exceedingly
pleasant
.
'
'
Pleasant
things
do
not
necessarily
do
harm
.
'
'
Not
to
you
;
not
to
people
who
are
not
easily
unsettled
;
but
when
I
go
up-stairs
,
after
a
talking
,
merry
evening
,
such
as
the
night
before
last
,
I
find
that
I
have
enjoyed
it
too
much
;
I
am
all
abroad
;
I
can
hardly
fix
my
thoughts
,
and
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
,
since
here
I
must
be
,
and
I
ca
n't
either
be
silent
or
sit
up
in
my
own
room
.
'
'
Certainly
not
,
'
said
she
,
smiling
;
'
there
are
duties
of
society
which
you
owe
even
to
us
dangerous
people
.
'
'
No
,
no
;
do
n't
misunderstand
me
.
The
fault
is
in
myself
.
If
it
was
not
for
that
,
I
could
learn
nothing
but
good
,
'
said
Guy
,
speaking
very
eagerly
,
distressed
at
her
answer
.
'
I
believe
I
understand
you
,
'
said
she
,
marvelling
at
the
serious
,
ascetic
temper
,
coupled
with
the
very
high
animal
spirits
.
'
For
your
comfort
.
I
believe
the
unsettled
feeling
you
complain
of
is
chiefly
the
effect
of
novelty
.
You
have
led
so
very
retired
a
life
,
that
a
lively
family
party
is
to
you
what
dissipation
would
be
to
other
people
;
and
,
as
you
must
meet
the
world
some
time
or
other
,
it
is
better
the
first
encounter
with
it
should
be
in
this
comparatively
innocent
form
.
Go
on
watching
yourself
,
and
it
will
do
you
no
harm
.
'
'
Yes
,
but
if
I
find
it
does
me
harm
?
It
would
be
cowardly
to
run
away
,
and
resistance
should
be
from
within
.
Yet
,
on
the
other
hand
,
there
is
the
duty
of
giving
up
,
wrenching
oneself
from
all
that
has
temptation
in
it
.
'
'
There
is
nothing
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
'
that
has
not
temptation
in
it
;
but
I
should
think
the
rule
was
plain
.
If
a
duty
such
as
that
of
living
among
us
for
the
present
,
and
making
yourself
moderately
agreeable
,
involves
temptations
,
they
must
be
met
and
battled
from
within
.
In
the
same
way
,
your
position
in
society
,
with
all
its
duties
,
could
not
be
laid
aside
because
it
is
full
of
trial
.
Those
who
do
such
things
are
faint-hearted
,
and
fail
in
trust
in
Him
who
fixed
their
station
,
and
finds
room
for
them
to
deny
themselves
in
'
the
trivial
round
and
common
task
.
'
It
is
pleasure
involving
no
duty
that
should
be
given
up
,
if
we
find
it
liable
to
lead
us
astray
.
'
'
I
see
,
'
answered
Guy
,
musingly
;
'
and
this
reading
comes
naturally
,
and
is
just
what
I
wanted
to
keep
the
pleasant
things
from
getting
a
full
hold
on
me
.
I
ought
to
have
thought
of
it
sooner
,
instead
of
dawdling
a
whole
month
in
idleness
.
Then
all
this
would
not
have
happened
.
I
hope
it
will
be
very
tough
.
'
'
You
have
no
great
love
for
Latin
and
Greek
?
'
'
Oh
!
'
cried
Guy
,
eagerly
,
'
to
be
sure
,
I
delight
in
Homer
and
the
Georgics
,
and
plenty
more
.
What
splendid
things
there
are
in
these
old
fellows
!
But
I
never
liked
the
drudgery
part
of
the
affair
;
and
now
if
I
am
to
be
set
to
work
to
be
accurate
,
and
to
get
up
all
the
grammar
and
the
Greek
roots
,
it
will
be
horrid
enough
in
all
conscience
.
'
He
groaned
as
deeply
as
if
he
had
not
been
congratulating
himself
just
before
on
the
difficulty
.
'
Who
was
your
tutor
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
Mr
.
Potts
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
He
is
a
very
clever
man
;
he
had
a
common
grammar-school
education
,
but
he
struggled
on
—
taught
himself
a
great
deal
—
and
at
last
thought
it
great
promotion
to
be
a
teacher
at
the
Commercial
Academy
,
as
they
call
it
,
at
Moorworth
,
where
Markham
's
nephews
went
to
school
.
He
is
very
clever
,
I
assure
you
,
and
very
patient
of
the
hard
,
wearing
life
he
must
have
of
it
there
,
and
oh
!
so
enjoying
a
new
book
or
an
afternoon
to
himself
.
When
I
was
about
eight
or
nine
,
I
began
with
him
,
riding
into
Moorworth
three
times
in
a
week
;
and
I
have
gone
on
ever
since
.
I
am
sure
he
has
done
the
best
he
could
for
me
;
and
he
made
the
readings
very
pleasant
by
his
own
enjoyment
.
If
Philip
had
known
the
difficulties
that
man
has
struggled
through
,
and
his
beautiful
temper
,
persevering
in
doing
his
best
and
being
contented
,
I
am
sure
he
could
never
have
spoken
contemptuously
of
him
.
'
'
I
am
sure
he
would
not
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
all
he
meant
was
,
that
a
person
without
a
university
education
cannot
tell
what
the
requirements
are
to
which
a
man
must
come
up
in
these
days
.
'
'
Ah
!
'
said
Guy
,
laughing
,
'
how
I
wished
Mr.
Potts
had
been
there
to
have
enjoyed
listening
to
Philip
and
Mr.
Lascelles
discussing
some
new
lexicon
,
digging
down
for
roots
of
words
,
and
quoting
passages
of
obscure
Greek
poets
at
such
a
rate
,
that
if
my
eyes
had
been
shut
I
could
have
thought
them
two
withered
old
students
in
spectacles
and
snuff-coloured
coats
.
'
'
Philip
was
in
his
element
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
smiling
.
'
Really
,
'
proceeded
Guy
,
with
animation
,
'
the
more
I
hear
and
see
of
Philip
,
the
more
I
wonder
.
What
a
choice
collection
of
books
he
has
—
so
many
of
them
school
prizes
,
and
how
beautifully
bound
.
'
'
Ah
!
that
is
one
of
Philip
's
peculiar
ways
.
With
all
his
prudence
and
his
love
of
books
,
I
believe
he
would
not
buy
one
unless
he
had
a
reasonable
prospect
of
being
able
to
dress
it
handsomely
.
Did
you
see
the
print
?
'
'
Yes
,
that
I
did
.
What
glorious
loveliness
!
There
is
nothing
that
does
it
justice
but
the
description
in
the
lectures
.
Oh
!
I
forgot
you
have
not
heard
it
.
You
must
let
me
read
it
to
you
by-and-by
.
Those
two
little
angels
,
what
faces
they
have
!
Perfect
innocence
—
one
full
of
reasoning
,
the
other
of
unreasoning
adoration
!
'
'
I
see
it
!
'
suddenly
exclaimed
Mrs.
Edmonstone
;
'
I
see
what
you
are
like
,
in
one
of
your
looks
,
not
by
any
means
in
all
—
it
is
to
the
larger
of
those
two
angels
.
'
'
Very
seldom
,
I
should
guess
,
'
said
Guy
;
and
sinking
his
voice
as
if
he
was
communicating
a
most
painful
fact
,
he
added
,
'
My
real
likeness
is
old
Sir
Hugh
's
portrait
at
home
.
But
what
were
we
saying
?
Oh
!
about
Philip
.
How
nice
those
stories
were
of
Mrs.
Deane
's
.
'
'
She
is
very
fond
of
him
.
'
'
To
have
won
so
much
esteem
and
admiration
already
,
from
strangers
with
no
prejudice
in
his
favour
.
—
It
must
be
entirely
his
own
doing
;
and
well
it
may
!
Every
time
one
hears
of
him
,
something
comes
out
to
make
him
seem
more
admirable
.
You
are
laughing
at
me
,
and
I
own
it
is
presumptuous
to
praise
;
but
I
did
not
mean
to
praise
,
only
to
admire
.
'
'
I
like
very
much
to
hear
my
nephew
praised
;
I
was
only
smiling
at
your
enthusiastic
way
.
'
'
I
only
wonder
I
am
not
more
enthusiastic
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
I
suppose
it
is
his
plain
good
sense
that
drives
away
that
sort
of
feeling
,
for
he
is
as
near
heroism
in
the
way
of
self-sacrifice
as
a
man
can
be
in
these
days
.
'
'
Poor
Philip
!
if
disappointment
can
make
a
hero
,
it
has
fallen
to
his
share
.
Ah
!
Guy
,
you
are
brightening
and
looking
like
one
of
my
young
ladies
in
hopes
of
a
tale
of
true
love
crossed
,
but
it
was
only
love
of
a
sister
.
'
'
The
sister
for
whom
he
gave
up
so
much
?
'
'
Yes
,
his
sister
Margaret
.
She
was
eight
or
nine
years
older
,
very
handsome
,
very
clever
,
a
good
deal
like
him
—
a
pattern
elder
sister
;
indeed
,
she
brought
him
up
in
great
part
after
his
mother
died
,
and
he
was
devoted
to
her
.
I
do
believe
it
made
the
sacrifice
of
his
prospects
quite
easy
to
him
,
to
know
it
was
for
her
sake
,
that
she
would
live
on
at
Stylehurst
,
and
the
change
be
softened
to
her
.
Then
came
Fanny
's
illness
,
and
that
led
to
the
marriage
with
Dr.
Henley
.
It
was
just
what
no
one
could
object
to
;
he
is
a
respectable
man
in
full
practice
,
with
a
large
income
;
but
he
is
much
older
than
she
is
,
not
at
all
her
equal
in
mind
or
cultivation
,
and
,
though
I
hardly
like
to
say
so
,
not
at
all
a
religious
man
.
At
any
rate
,
Margaret
Morville
was
one
of
the
last
people
one
could
bear
to
see
marry
for
the
sake
of
an
establishment
.
'
'
Could
her
brother
do
nothing
?
'
'
He
expostulated
with
all
his
might
;
but
at
nineteen
he
could
do
little
with
a
determined
sister
of
twenty-seven
;
and
the
very
truth
and
power
of
his
remonstrance
must
have
made
it
leave
a
sting
.
Poor
fellow
,
I
believe
he
suffered
terribly
—
just
as
he
had
lost
Fanny
,
too
,
which
he
felt
very
deeply
,
for
she
was
a
very
sweet
creature
,
and
he
was
very
fond
of
her
.
It
was
like
losing
both
sisters
and
home
at
once
.
'
'
Has
he
not
just
been
staying
with
Mrs.
Henley
?
'
'
Yes
.
There
was
never
any
coolness
,
as
people
call
it
.
He
is
the
one
thing
she
loves
and
is
proud
of
.
They
always
correspond
,
and
he
often
stays
with
her
;
but
he
owns
to
disliking
the
Doctor
,
and
I
do
n't
think
he
has
much
comfort
in
Margaret
herself
,
for
he
always
comes
back
more
grave
and
stern
than
he
went
.
Her
house
,
with
all
her
good
wishes
,
can
be
no
home
to
him
;
and
so
we
try
to
make
Hollywell
supply
the
place
of
Stylehurst
as
well
as
we
can
.
'
'
How
glad
he
must
be
to
have
you
to
comfort
him
!
'
'
Philip
?
Oh
no.
He
was
always
reserved
;
open
to
no
one
but
Margaret
,
not
even
to
his
father
;
and
since
her
marriage
he
has
shut
himself
up
within
himself
more
than
ever
.
It
has
,
at
least
I
think
it
is
this
that
has
given
him
a
severity
,
an
unwillingness
to
trust
,
which
I
believe
is
often
the
consequence
of
a
great
disappointment
either
in
love
or
in
friendship
.
'
'
Thank
you
for
telling
me
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
I
shall
understand
him
better
and
look
up
to
him
more
.
Oh
!
it
is
a
cruel
thing
to
find
that
what
one
loves
is
,
or
has
not
been
,
all
one
thought
.
What
must
he
not
have
gone
through
!
'
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
well
pleased
to
have
given
so
much
assistance
to
Guy
's
sincere
desire
to
become
attached
to
his
cousin
,
one
of
the
most
favourable
signs
in
the
character
that
was
winning
so
much
upon
her
.
CHAPTER
V.
A
cloud
was
o'er
my
childhood
's
dream
,
I
sat
in
solitude
;
I
know
not
how
—
I
know
not
why
,
But
round
my
soul
all
drearily
There
was
a
silent
shroud
.
Thoughts
in
Past
Years
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
anxious
to
hear
Mr.
Lascelles
'
opinion
of
his
pupil
,
and
in
time
she
learnt
that
he
thought
Sir
Guy
had
very
good
abilities
,
and
a
fair
amount
of
general
information
;
but
that
his
classical
knowledge
was
far
from
accurate
,
and
mathematics
had
been
greatly
neglected
.
He
had
been
encouraged
to
think
his
work
done
,
when
he
had
gathered
the
general
meaning
of
a
passage
,
or
translated
it
into
English
verse
,
spirited
and
flowing
,
but
often
further
from
the
original
than
he
or
his
tutor
could
perceive
.
He
had
never
been
taught
to
work
,
at
least
as
other
boys
study
,
and
great
application
would
be
requisite
to
bring
his
attainments
to
a
level
with
those
of
far
less
clever
boys
educated
at
a
public
school
.
Mr.
Lascelles
told
him
so
at
first
;
but
as
there
were
no
reflections
on
his
grandfather
or
on
Mr.
Potts
,
Guy
's
lip
did
not
suffer
,
and
he
only
asked
how
many
hours
a
day
he
ought
to
read
.
'
Three
,
'
said
Mr.
Lascelles
,
with
due
regard
to
a
probable
want
of
habits
of
application
;
but
then
remembering
how
much
was
undone
,
he
added
that
'
it
ought
to
be
four
,
or
more
,
if
possible
.
'
'
Four
it
shall
be
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
five
if
I
can
.
'
His
whole
strength
of
will
was
set
to
accomplish
these
four
hours
,
taking
them
before
and
after
breakfast
,
working
hard
all
the
morning
till
the
last
hour
before
luncheon
,
when
he
came
to
read
the
lectures
on
poetry
with
Charles
.
Here
for
the
first
time
it
appeared
that
Charles
had
so
entirely
ceased
to
consider
him
as
company
as
to
domineer
over
him
like
his
own
family
.
Used
as
Guy
had
been
to
an
active
out-of-doors
life
,
and
now
turned
back
to
authors
he
had
read
long
ago
,
to
fight
his
way
through
the
construction
of
their
language
,
not
excusing
himself
one
jot
of
the
difficulty
,
nor
turning
aside
from
one
mountain
over
which
his
own
efforts
could
carry
him
,
he
found
his
work
as
tough
and
tedious
as
he
could
wish
or
fear
,
and
by
the
end
of
the
morning
was
thoroughly
fagged
.
Then
would
have
been
the
refreshing
time
for
recreation
in
that
pleasant
idling
place
,
the
Hollywell
drawing-room
.
Any
other
time
of
day
would
have
suited
Charles
as
well
for
the
reading
,
but
he
liked
to
take
the
hour
at
noon
,
and
never
perceived
that
this
made
all
the
difference
to
his
friend
of
a
toil
or
a
pleasure
.
Now
and
then
Guy
gave
tremendous
yawns
;
and
once
when
Charles
told
him
he
was
very
stupid
,
proposed
a
different
time
;
but
as
Charles
objected
,
he
yielded
as
submissively
as
the
rest
of
the
household
were
accustomed
to
do
.
To
watch
Guy
was
one
of
Charles
's
chief
amusements
,
and
he
rejoiced
greatly
in
the
prospect
of
hearing
his
history
of
his
first
dinner-party
.
Mr.
,
Mrs.
,
and
Miss
Edmonstone
,
and
Sir
Guy
Morville
were
invited
to
dine
with
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Brownlow
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
delighted
as
usual
with
any
opportunity
of
seeing
his
neighbours
;
Guy
looked
as
if
he
did
not
know
whether
he
liked
the
notion
or
not
;
Laura
told
him
it
would
be
very
absurd
and
stupid
,
but
there
would
be
some
good
music
,
and
Charles
ordered
her
to
say
no
more
,
that
he
might
have
the
account
,
the
next
morning
,
from
a
fresh
and
unprejudiced
mind
.
His
next
morning
's
question
was
,
of
course
,
'
How
did
you
like
your
party
?
'
'
O
,
it
was
great
fun
!
'
Guy
's
favourite
answer
was
caught
up
in
the
midst
,
as
Laura
replied
,
'
It
was
just
what
their
parties
always
are
.
'
'
Come
,
let
us
have
the
history
.
Who
handed
who
into
dinner
?
I
hope
Guy
had
Mrs.
Brownlow
?
'
'
Oh
,
no
,
'
said
Laura
,
'
we
had
both
the
honourables
.
'
'
Not
Philip
?
'
'
No
,
'
said
Guy
;
'
the
fidus
Achates
was
without
his
pious
Æneas
.
'
'
Very
good
,
Guy
,
'
said
Charles
,
enjoying
the
laugh
.
'
I
could
not
help
thinking
of
it
,
'
said
Guy
,
rather
apologizing
,
'
when
I
was
watching
Thorndale
's
manner
;
it
is
such
an
imitation
of
Philip
;
looking
droller
,
I
think
,
in
his
absence
than
his
presence
.
I
wonder
if
he
is
conscious
of
it
.
'
'
It
does
not
suit
him
at
all
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
'
because
he
has
no
natural
dignity
.
'
'
A
man
ought
to
be
six
foot
one
,
person
and
mind
,
to
suit
with
that
grand
,
sedate
,
gracious
way
of
Philip
's
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
There
's
Guy
's
measure
of
Philip
's
intellect
,
'
said
Charles
;
'
just
six
foot
one
inch
.
'
'
As
much
more
than
other
people
's
as
his
height
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Who
was
your
neighbour
,
Laura
?
'
asked
Amy
.
'
Dr
.
Mayerne
;
I
was
very
glad
of
him
,
to
keep
off
those
hunting
friends
of
Mr.
Brownlow
,
who
never
ask
anything
but
if
one
has
been
to
the
races
,
and
if
one
likes
balls
.
'
'
And
how
did
Mrs.
Brownlow
behave
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
She
is
a
wonderful
woman
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
in
her
quiet
way
;
and
Guy
,
with
an
expression
between
drollery
and
simplicity
,
said
,
'
Then
there
are
n't
many
like
her
?
'
'
I
hope
not
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
Is
she
really
a
lady
?
'
'
Philip
commonly
calls
her
'
that
woman
,
'
'
said
Charles
.
'
He
has
never
got
over
her
one
night
classing
him
with
his
'
young
man
'
and
myself
,
as
three
of
the
shyest
monkeys
she
ever
came
across
.
'
'
She
wont
say
so
of
Maurice
,
'
said
Laura
,
as
they
recovered
the
laugh
.
'
I
heard
her
deluding
some
young
lady
by
saying
he
was
the
eldest
son
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
Mamma
!
'
cried
Amy
,
'
could
she
have
thought
so
?
'
'
I
put
in
a
gentle
hint
on
Lord
de
Courcy
's
existence
,
to
which
she
answered
in
her
quick
way
,
'
O
ay
,
I
forgot
;
but
then
he
is
the
second
,
and
that
's
the
next
thing
.
'
'
'
If
you
could
but
have
heard
the
stories
she
and
Maurice
were
telling
each
other
!
'
said
Guy
.
'
He
was
playing
her
off
,
I
believe
;
for
whatever
she
told
,
he
capped
with
something
more
wonderful
.
Is
she
really
a
lady
?
'
'
By
birth
,
'
said
Mrs.
Edmonstone
.
'
It
is
only
her
high
spirits
and
small
judgment
that
make
her
so
absurd
.
'
'
How
loud
she
is
,
too
!
'
said
Laura
.
'
What
was
all
that
about
horses
,
Guy
?
'
'
She
was
saying
she
drove
two
such
spirited
horses
that
all
the
grooms
were
afraid
of
them
;
and
when
she
wanted
to
take
out
her
little
boy
,
Mr.
Brownlow
said
'
You
may
do
as
you
like
,
my
dear
,
but
I
wont
have
my
son
's
neck
broken
,
whatever
you
do
with
your
own
.
'
So
Maurice
answered
by
declaring
he
knew
a
lady
who
drove
,
not
two
,
but
four-in-hand
,
and
when
the
leaders
turned
round
and
looked
her
in
the
face
,
gave
a
little
nod
,
and
said
,
'
I
'm
obliged
for
your
civility
.
'
'
'
Oh
!
I
wish
I
had
heard
that
,
'
cried
Laura
.
'
Did
you
hear
her
saying
she
smoked
cigars
?
'
Every
one
cried
out
with
horror
or
laughter
.
'
Of
course
Maurice
told
a
story
of
a
lady
who
had
a
cigar-case
hanging
to
her
chatelaine
,
and
always
took
one
to
refresh
her
after
a
ball
.
'
Guy
was
interrupted
by
the
announcement
of
his
horse
,
and
rode
off
at
once
to
Mr.
Lascelles
.
On
his
return
he
went
straight
to
the
drawing-room
,
where
Mrs.
Edmonstone
was
reading
to
Charles
,
and
abruptly
exclaimed
,
—
'
I
told
you
wrong
.
She
only
said
she
had
smoked
one
cigar
.
'
Then
,
perceiving
that
he
was
interrupting
,
he
added
,
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
and
went
away
.
The
next
evening
,
on
coming
in
from
a
solitary
skating
,
he
found
the
younger
party
in
the
drawing-room
,
Charles
entertaining
the
Miss
Harpers
with
the
story
of
the
cigars
.
He
hastily
interposed
,
—
'
I
told
you
it
was
but
one
.
'
'
Ay
,
tried
one
,
and
went
on
.
She
was
preparing
an
order
for
Havannah
.
'
'
I
thought
I
told
you
I
repeated
the
conversation
incorrectly
.
'
'
If
it
is
not
the
letter
,
it
is
the
spirit
,
'
said
Charles
,
vexed
at
interference
with
his
sport
of
amazing
the
Harpers
with
outrageous
stories
of
Mrs.
Brownlow
.
'
It
is
just
like
her
,
'
said
one
of
them
.
'
I
could
believe
anything
of
Mrs.
Brownlow
.
'
'
You
must
not
believe
this
,
'
said
Guy
,
gently
.
'
I
repeated
incorrectly
what
had
better
have
been
forgotten
,
and
I
must
beg
my
foolish
exaggeration
may
go
no
further
.
'
Charles
became
sullenly
silent
;
Guy
stood
thoughtful
,
and
Laura
and
Amabel
could
not
easily
sustain
the
conversation
till
the
visitors
took
their
leave
.
'
Here
's
a
pother
!
'
grumbled
Charles
,
as
soon
as
they
were
gone
.
'
I
beg
your
pardon
for
spoiling
your
story
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
but
it
was
my
fault
,
so
I
was
obliged
to
interfere
.
'
'
Bosh
!
'
said
Charles
.
'
Who
cares
whether
she
smoked
one
or
twenty
.
She
is
Mrs.
Brownlow
still
.
'
'
The
point
is
,
what
was
truth
?
'
said
Laura
.
'
Straining
at
gnats
,
'
said
Charles
.
'
Little
wings
?
'
said
Guy
,
glancing
at
Amabel
.
'
Have
it
your
own
way
,
'
said
Charles
,
throwing
his
head
back
;
'
they
must
be
little
souls
indeed
that
stick
at
such
trash
.
'
Guy
's
brows
were
contracted
with
vexation
,
but
Laura
looked
up
very
prettily
,
saying
,
—
'
Never
mind
him
.
We
must
all
honour
you
for
doing
such
an
unpleasant
thing
.
'
'
You
will
recommend
him
favourably
to
Philip
,
'
growled
Charles
.
There
was
no
reply
,
and
presently
Guy
asked
whether
he
would
go
up
to
dress
.
Having
no
other
way
of
showing
his
displeasure
,
he
refused
,
and
remained
nursing
his
ill
humour
,
till
he
forgot
how
slight
the
offence
had
been
,
and
worked
himself
into
a
sort
of
insane
desire
—
half
mischievous
,
half
revengeful
—
to
be
as
provoking
as
he
could
in
his
turn
.
Seldom
had
he
been
more
contrary
,
as
his
old
nurse
was
wont
to
call
it
.
No
one
could
please
him
,
and
Guy
was
not
allowed
to
do
anything
for
him
.
Whatever
he
said
was
intended
to
rub
on
some
sore
place
in
Guy
's
mind
.
His
mother
and
Laura
's
signs
made
him
worse
,
for
he
had
the
pleasure
of
teazing
them
also
;
but
Guy
endured
it
all
with
perfect
temper
,
and
he
grew
more
cross
at
his
failure
;
yet
from
force
of
habit
,
at
bed-time
,
he
found
himself
on
the
stairs
with
Guy
's
arm
supporting
him
.
'
Good
night
,
'
said
Guy
,
when
he
had
landed
him
in
his
own
room
.
'
Good
night
,
'
said
Charles
;
'
I
tried
hard
to
poke
up
the
lion
to-night
,
but
I
see
it
wont
do
.
'
This
plea
of
trying
experiments
was
neither
absolutely
true
nor
false
;
but
it
restored
Charles
to
himself
,
by
saving
a
confession
that
he
had
been
out
of
temper
,
and
enabling
him
to
treat
with
his
wonted
indifference
the
expostulations
of
father
,
mother
,
and
Laura
.
Now
that
the
idea
of
'
poking
up
the
lion
'
had
once
occurred
,
it
became
his
great
occupation
to
attempt
it
.
He
wanted
to
see
some
evidence
of
the
fiery
temper
,
and
it
was
a
new
sport
to
try
to
rouse
it
;
one
,
too
,
which
had
the
greater
relish
as
it
kept
the
rest
of
the
family
on
thorns
.
He
would
argue
against
his
real
opinion
,
talk
against
his
better
sense
,
take
the
wrong
side
,
and
say
much
that
was
very
far
from
his
true
sentiments
.
Guy
could
not
understand
at
first
,
and
was
quite
confounded
at
some
of
the
views
he
espoused
,
till
Laura
came
to
his
help
,
greatly
irritating
her
brother
by
hints
that
he
was
not
in
earnest
.
Next
time
she
could
speak
to
Guy
alone
,
she
told
him
he
must
not
take
all
Charles
said
literally
.
'
I
thought
he
could
hardly
mean
it
;
but
why
should
he
talk
so
?
'
'
I
ca
n't
excuse
him
,
I
know
it
is
very
wrong
,
and
at
the
expense
of
truth
,
and
it
is
very
disagreeable
of
him
,
—
I
wish
he
would
not
;
but
he
always
does
what
he
likes
,
and
it
is
one
of
his
amusements
,
so
we
must
bear
with
him
,
poor
fellow
.
'
From
that
time
Guy
seemed
to
have
no
trouble
in
reining
in
his
temper
in
arguing
with
Charles
,
except
once
,
when
the
lion
was
fairly
roused
by
something
that
sounded
like
a
sneer
about
King
Charles
I
.
His
whole
face
changed
,
his
hazel
eye
gleamed
with
light
like
an
eagle
's
,
and
he
started
up
,
exclaiming
,
—
'
You
did
not
mean
that
!
'
'
Ask
Strafford
,
'
answered
Charles
,
coolly
,
startled
,
but
satisfied
to
have
found
the
vulnerable
point
.
'
Ungenerous
,
unmanly
,
'
said
Guy
,
his
voice
low
,
but
quivering
with
indignation
;
'
ungenerous
to
reproach
him
with
what
he
so
bitterly
repented
.
Could
not
his
penitence
,
could
not
his
own
blood
—
'
but
as
he
spoke
,
the
gleam
of
wrath
faded
,
the
flush
deepened
on
the
cheek
,
and
he
left
the
room
.
'
Ha
!
'
soliloquized
Charles
,
'
I
've
done
it
!
I
could
fancy
his
wrath
something
terrific
when
it
was
once
well
up
.
I
did
n't
know
what
was
coming
next
;
but
I
believe
he
has
got
himself
pretty
well
in
hand
.
It
is
playing
with
edge
tools
;
and
now
I
have
been
favoured
with
one
flash
of
the
Morville
eye
,
I
'll
let
him
alone
;
but
it
ryled
me
to
be
treated
as
something
beneath
his
anger
,
like
a
woman
or
a
child
.
'
In
about
ten
minutes
Guy
came
back
:
'
I
am
sorry
I
was
hasty
just
now
,
'
said
he
.
'
I
did
not
know
you
had
such
personal
feelings
about
King
Charles
.
'
'
If
you
would
do
me
a
kindness
,
'
proceeded
Guy
,
'
you
would
just
say
you
did
not
mean
it
.
I
know
you
do
not
,
but
if
you
would
only
say
so
.
'
'
I
am
glad
you
have
the
wit
to
see
I
have
too
much
taste
to
be
a
roundhead
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
'
said
Guy
,
'
I
hope
I
shall
know
your
jest
from
your
earnest
another
time
.
Only
if
you
would
oblige
me
you
would
never
jest
again
about
King
Charles
.
'
His
brow
darkened
into
a
stern
,
grave
expression
,
so
entirely
in
earnest
,
that
Charles
,
though
making
no
answer
,
could
not
do
otherwise
than
feel
compliance
unavoidable
.
Charles
had
never
been
so
entirely
conquered
,
yet
,
strange
to
say
,
he
was
not
,
as
usual
,
rendered
sullen
.
At
night
,
when
Guy
had
taken
him
to
his
room
,
he
paused
,
and
said
,
—
'
You
are
sure
you
have
forgiven
me
?
'
'
What
!
you
have
not
forgotten
that
yet
?
'
said
Charles
.
'
Of
course
not
.
'
'
I
am
sorry
you
bear
so
much
malice
,
'
said
Charles
,
smiling
.
'
What
are
you
imagining
?
'
cried
Guy
.
'
It
was
my
own
part
I
was
remembering
,
as
I
must
,
you
know
.
'
Charles
did
not
choose
to
betray
that
he
did
not
see
the
necessity
.
'
I
thought
King
Charles
's
wrongs
were
rankling
.
I
only
spoke
as
taking
liberties
with
a
friend
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Guy
,
thoughtfully
,
'
it
may
be
foolish
,
but
I
do
not
feel
as
if
one
could
do
so
with
King
Charles
.
He
is
too
near
home
;
he
suffered
too
much
from
scoffs
and
railings
;
his
heart
was
too
tender
,
his
repentance
too
deep
for
his
friends
to
add
one
word
even
in
jest
to
the
heap
of
reproach
.
How
one
would
have
loved
him
!
'
proceeded
Guy
,
wrapt
up
in
his
own
thoughts
,
—
'
loved
him
for
the
gentleness
so
little
accordant
with
the
rude
times
and
the
part
he
had
to
act
—
served
him
half
like
a
knight
's
devotion
to
his
lady-love
,
half
like
devotion
to
a
saint
,
as
Montrose
did
—
'
And
,
oh
!
'
cried
he
,
with
sudden
vehemence
,
'
how
one
would
have
fought
for
him
!
'
'
You
would
!
'
said
Charles
.
'
I
should
like
to
see
you
and
Deloraine
charging
at
the
head
of
Prince
Rupert
's
troopers
.
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
said
Guy
,
suddenly
recalled
,
and
colouring
deeply
;
'
I
believe
I
forgot
where
I
was
,
and
have
treated
you
to
one
of
my
old
dreams
in
my
boatings
at
home
.
You
may
quiz
me
as
much
as
you
please
to-morrow
.
Good
night
.
'
'
It
was
rhapsody
!
'
thought
Charles
;
'
yes
,
it
was
I
wonder
I
do
n't
laugh
at
it
;
but
I
was
actually
carried
along
.
Fancy
that
!
He
did
it
so
naturally
;
in
fact
,
it
was
all
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
,
and
I
could
not
quiz
him
,
—
no
,
no
more
than
Montrose
himself
.
He
is
a
strange
article
!
but
he
keeps
one
awake
,
which
is
more
than
most
people
do
!
Guy
was
indeed
likely
to
keep
every
one
awake
just
then
;
for
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
going
to
take
him
out
hunting
for
the
first
time
,
and
he
was
half
wild
about
it
.
The
day
came
,
and
half
an
hour
before
Mr.
Edmonstone
was
ready
,
Guy
was
walking
about
the
hall
,
checking
many
an
incipient
whistle
,
and
telling
every
one
that
he
was
beforehand
with
the
world
,
for
he
had
read
one
extra
hour
yesterday
,
and
had
got
through
the
others
before
breakfast
.
Laura
thought
it
very
true
that
as
Philip
said
he
was
only
a
boy
,
and
moralized
to
Charlotte
on
his
being
the
same
age
as
herself
—
very
nearly
eighteen
.
Mrs.
Edmonstone
told
Charles
it
was
a
treat
to
see
any
one
so
happy
,
and
when
he
began
to
chafe
at
the
delay
,
did
her
best
to
beguile
the
time
,
but
without
much
success
.
Guy
had
never
learnt
to
wait
patiently
,
and
had
a
custom
of
marching
up
and
down
,
and
listening
with
his
head
thrown
back
,
or
as
Charles
used
to
call
it
,
'
prancing
in
the
hall
.
'
If
Mrs.
Edmonstone
's
patience
was
tried
by
the
preparation
for
the
hunt
in
the
morning
,
it
was
no
less
her
lot
to
hear
of
it
in
the
evening
.
Guy
came
home
in
the
highest
spirits
,
pouring
out
his
delight
to
every
one
,
with
animation
and
power
of
description
giving
all
he
said
a
charm
.
The
pleasure
did
not
lose
by
repetition
;
he
was
more
engrossed
by
it
every
time
;
and
no
one
could
be
more
pleased
with
his
ardour
than
Mr.
Edmonstone
,
who
,
proud
of
him
and
his
riding
,
gave
a
sigh
to
past
hopes
of
poor
Charles
,
and
promoted
the
hunting
with
far
more
glee
than
he
had
promoted
the
reading
.
The
Redclyffe
groom
,
William
,
whose
surname
of
Robinson
was
entirely
forgotten
in
the
appellation
of
William
of
Deloraine
,
was
as
proud
of
Sir
Guy
as
Mr.
Edmonstone
could
be
;
but
made
representations
to
his
master
that
he
must
not
hunt
Deloraine
two
days
in
the
week
,
and
ride
him
to
Broadstone
two
more
.
Guy
then
walked
to
Broadstone
;
but
William
was
no
better
pleased
,
for
he
thought
the
credit
of
Redclyffe
compromised
,
and
punished
him
by
reporting
Deloraine
not
fit
to
be
used
next
hunting-day
.
Mr.
Edmonstone
perceived
that
Guy
ought
to
have
another
hunter
;
Philip
heard
of
one
for
sale
,
and
after
due
inspection
all
admired
—
even
William
,
who
had
begun
by
remarking
that
there
might
be
so
many
screw-looses
about
a
horse
,
that
a
man
did
not
know
what
to
be
at
with
them
.
Philip
,
who
was
conducting
the
negotiation
,
came
to
dine
at
Hollywell
to
settle
the
particulars
.
Guy
was
in
a
most
eager
state
;
and
they
and
Mr.
Edmonstone
talked
so
long
about
horses
,
that
they
sent
