moor,
such
as
,
under
the
cold
grey
wintry
sky
,
presented
nothing
to
rouse
him
from
his
musings
on
the
welcome
he
might
have
been
at
that
very
moment
receiving
at
Hollywell
.
A
sudden
dip
in
the
high
ground
made
it
necessary
for
the
coach
to
put
on
the
drag
,
and
thus
it
slowly
entered
a
village
,
which
attracted
attention
from
its
wretched
appearance
.
The
cottages
,
of
the
rough
stone
of
the
country
,
were
little
better
than
hovels
;
slates
were
torn
off
,
windows
broken
.
Wild-looking
,
uncombed
women
,
in
garments
of
universal
dirt
colour
,
stood
at
the
doors
;
ragged
children
ran
and
shrieked
after
the
coach
;
the
church
had
a
hole
in
the
roof
,
and
stood
tottering
in
spite
of
rude
repairs
;
the
churchyard
was
trodden
down
by
cattle
,
and
the
whole
place
only
resembled
the
pictures
of
Irish
dilapidation
.
'
What
miserable
place
is
this
?
'
asked
a
passenger
.
'
Yes
,
that
's
what
all
gentlemen
ask
,
'
replied
the
coachman
,
'
and
well
you
may
.
There
's
not
a
more
noted
place
for
thieves
and
vagabonds
.
They
call
it
Coombe
Prior
.
'
Guy
well
knew
the
name
,
though
he
had
never
been
there
.
It
was
a
distant
offset
of
his
own
property
,
and
a
horrible
sense
of
responsibility
for
all
the
crime
and
misery
there
came
over
him
.
'
Is
there
no
one
to
look
after
it
?
'
continued
the
traveller
.
'
No
squire
,
no
clergyman
?
'
'
A
fox-hunting
parson
,
'
answered
the
coachman
,
'
who
lives
half-a-dozen
miles
off
,
and
gallops
over
for
the
service
.
'
Guy
knew
that
the
last
presentation
had
been
sold
in
the
days
of
his
grandfather
's
extravagance
,
and
beheld
another
effect
of
ancestral
sin
.
'
Do
you
know
who
is
the
owner
of
the
place
?
'
'
Yes
,
sir
,
'
tis
Sir
Guy
Morville
.
You
have
heard
tell
of
the
old
Sir
Guy
Morville
,
for
he
made
a
deal
of
noise
in
the
world
.
'
'
What
?
The
noted
—
'
'
I
ought
not
to
allow
you
to
finish
your
sentence
,
'
said
Guy
,
very
courteously
,
'
without
telling
you
that
I
am
his
grandson
.
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
!
'
exclaimed
the
traveller
.
'
Nay
,
'
said
Guy
,
with
a
smile
,
'
I
only
thought
it
was
fair
to
tell
you
.
'
'
Sir
Guy
himself
!
'
said
the
coachman
,
turning
round
,
and
touching
his
hat
,
anxious
to
do
the
honours
of
his
coach
.
'
I
have
not
seen
you
on
this
road
before
,
sir
,
for
I
never
forget
a
face
;
I
hope
you
'll
often
be
this
way
.
'
After
a
few
more
civilities
,
Guy
was
at
liberty
to
attend
to
the
fresh
influx
of
sad
musings
on
thoughtless
waste
,
affecting
not
only
the
destiny
of
the
individual
himself
,
but
whole
generations
besides
.
How
many
souls
might
it
not
have
ruined
?
'
These
sheep
,
what
had
they
done
?
'
His
grandfather
had
repented
,
but
who
was
to
preach
repentance
unto
these
?
He
did
not
wonder
now
that
his
own
hopes
of
happiness
had
been
blighted
;
he
only
marvelled
that
a
bright
present
or
future
had
ever
been
his
—
While
souls
were
wandering
far
and
wide
,
And
curses
swarmed
on
every
side
.
The
traveller
was
,
meanwhile
,
observing
the
heir
of
Redclyffe
,
possessor
of
wealth
and
wide
lands
.
Little
did
he
guess
how
that
bright-eyed
youth
looked
upon
his
riches
.
Miles
were
passed
in
one
long
melancholy
musing
,
till
Guy
was
roused
by
the
sight
of
familiar
scenes
,
and
found
himself
rattling
over
the
stones
of
the
little
borough
of
Moorworth
,
with
the
grey
,
large-windowed
,
old-fashioned
houses
,
on
each
side
,
looking
at
him
with
friendly
eyes
.
There
,
behind
those
limes
cut
out
in
arches
,
was
the
commercial
school
,
where
he
had
spent
many
an
hour
in
construing
with
patient
Mr.
Potts
;
and
though
he
had
now
a
juster
appreciation
of
his
old
master
's
erudition
,
which
he
had
once
thought
so
vast
,
he
recollected
with
veneration
his
long
and
patient
submission
to
an
irksome
,
uncongenial
life
.
Rumbling
on
,
the
coach
was
in
the
square
market-place
,
the
odd-looking
octagon
market-house
in
the
middle
,
and
the
inn
—
the
respectable
old
'
George
'
—
with
its
long
rank
of
stables
and
out-buildings
forming
one
side
.
It
was
at
this
inn
that
Guy
had
been
born
,
and
the
mistress
having
been
the
first
person
who
had
him
in
her
arms
,
considered
herself
privileged
to
have
a
great
affection
for
him
,
and
had
delighted
in
the
greetings
he
always
exchanged
with
her
when
he
put
up
his
pony
at
her
stable
,
and
went
to
his
tutor
.
There
was
a
certainty
of
welcome
here
that
cheered
him
,
as
he
swung
himself
from
the
roof
of
the
coach
,
lifted
Bustle
down
,
and
called
out
to
the
bar-maid
that
he
hoped
Mrs.
Lavers
was
well
.
The
next
moment
Mrs.
Lavers
was
at
the
door
herself
,
with
her
broad
,
good-humoured
face
,
close
cap
,
bright
shawl
,
and
black
gown
,
just
as
Guy
always
recollected
,
and
might
,
if
he
could
,
have
recollected
,
when
he
was
born
.
If
she
had
any
more
guests
she
neither
saw
nor
cared
for
them
;
her
welcome
was
all
for
him
;
and
he
could
not
but
smile
and
look
cheerful
,
if
only
that
he
might
not
disappoint
her
,
feeling
in
very
truth
cheered
and
gratified
by
her
cordiality
.
If
he
was
in
a
hurry
,
he
would
not
show
it
;
and
he
allowed
her
to
seat
him
in
her
own
peculiar
abode
,
behind
the
glass-cases
of
tongue
and
cold
chicken
,
told
her
he
came
from
Oxford
,
admired
her
good
fire
,
and
warmed
his
hands
over
it
,
before
he
even
asked
if
the
'
something
'
had
arrived
which
was
to
take
him
home
.
It
was
coming
to
the
door
at
the
moment
,
and
proved
to
be
Mr.
Markham
's
tall
high-wheeled
gig
,
drawn
by
the
old
white-faced
chestnut
,
and
driven
by
Markham
himself
—
a
short
,
sturdy
,
brown-red
,
honest-faced
old
man
,
with
frosted
hair
and
whiskers
,
an
air
more
of
a
yeoman
than
of
a
lawyer
;
and
though
not
precisely
gentlemanlike
,
yet
not
ungentlemanlike
,
as
there
was
no
pretension
about
him
.
Guy
darted
out
to
meet
him
,
and
was
warmly
shaken
by
the
hand
,
though
the
greeting
was
gruff
.
'
So
,
Sir
Guy
!
how
d'ye
do
?
I
wonder
what
brings
you
here
on
such
short
notice
?
Good
morning
,
Mrs.
Lavers
.
Bad
roads
this
winter
.
'
'
Good
morning
,
Mr.
Markham
.
It
is
a
treat
,
indeed
,
to
have
Sir
Guy
here
once
more
;
so
grown
,
too
.
'
'
Grown
—
hum
?
'
said
Markham
,
surveying
him
;
'
I
do
n't
see
it
.
He
'll
never
be
as
tall
as
his
father
.
Have
you
got
your
things
,
Sir
Guy
?
Ay
,
that
's
the
way
,
—
care
for
nothing
but
the
dog
.
Gone
on
by
the
coach
,
most
likely
.
'
They
might
have
been
,
for
aught
Guy
knew
to
the
contrary
,
but
Boots
had
been
more
attentive
,
and
they
were
right
.
Mrs.
Lavers
begged
he
would
walk
in
,
and
warm
himself
;
but
Markham
answered
—
'
What
do
you
say
,
Sir
Guy
?
The
road
is
shocking
,
and
it
will
be
as
dark
as
a
pit
by
the
time
we
get
home
.
'
'
Very
well
;
we
wont
keep
old
Whiteface
standing
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
Good-bye
,
Mrs.
Lavers
;
thank
you
.
I
shall
see
you
again
before
long
.
'
Before
Markham
had
finished
a
short
private
growl
on
the
shocking
state
of
the
Moorworth
pavement
,
and
a
protest
that
somebody
should
be
called
over
the
coals
,
Guy
began
,
—
'
What
a
horrible
place
Coombe
Prior
is
!
'
'
I
only
know
I
wish
you
had
more
such
tenants
as
Todd
,
'
was
Markham
's
answer
.
'
Pays
his
rent
to
a
day
,
and
improves
his
land
.
'
'
But
what
sort
of
man
is
he
?
'
'
A
capital
farmer
.
A
regular
screw
,
I
believe
;
but
that
is
no
concern
of
mine
.
'
'
There
are
all
the
cottages
tumbling
down
.
'
'
Ay
?
Are
they
?
I
should
n't
wonder
,
for
they
are
all
in
his
lease
;
and
he
would
not
lay
out
an
unproductive
farthing
.
And
a
precious
bad
lot
they
are
there
,
too
!
There
were
actually
three
of
them
poaching
in
Cliffstone
hanger
this
autumn
;
but
we
have
them
in
jail
.
A
pretty
pass
of
impudence
to
be
coming
that
distance
to
poach
!
'
Guy
used
to
be
kindled
into
great
wrath
by
the
most
distant
hint
of
poachers
;
but
now
he
cared
for
men
,
not
for
game
,
and
instead
of
asking
,
as
Markham
expected
,
the
particulars
of
their
apprehension
,
continued
—
'
The
clergyman
is
that
Halroyd
,
is
he
not
?
'
'
Yes
;
every
one
knows
what
he
is
.
I
declare
it
went
against
me
to
take
his
offer
for
the
living
;
but
it
could
not
be
helped
.
Money
must
be
had
;
but
there
!
least
said
,
soonest
mended
.
'
'
We
must
mend
it
,
'
said
Guy
,
so
decidedly
,
that
Markham
looked
at
him
in
surprise
.
'
I
do
n't
see
what
's
to
be
done
till
Halroyd
dies
;
and
then
you
may
give
the
living
to
whom
you
please
.
He
lives
so
hard
he
ca
n't
last
long
,
that
is
one
comfort
.
'
Guy
sighed
and
pondered
;
and
presently
Markham
resumed
the
conversation
.
'
And
what
has
brought
you
home
at
a
moment
's
notice
?
You
might
as
well
have
written
two
or
three
days
before
,
at
least
.
'
'
I
was
waiting
,
in
hopes
of
going
to
Hollywell
,
'
said
Guy
,
sorrowfully
.
'
Well
,
and
what
is
the
matter
?
You
have
not
been
quarrelling
with
your
guardian
,
I
hope
and
trust
?
Going
the
old
way
,
after
all
!
'
exclaimed
Markham
,
not
in
his
usual
gruff
,
grumbling
note
,
but
with
real
anxiety
,
and
almost
mournfulness
.
'
He
took
up
some
unjust
suspicion
of
me
.
I
could
not
bear
it
patiently
,
and
said
something
that
has
offended
him
.
'
'
Oh
,
Sir
Guy
!
hot
and
fiery
as
ever
.
I
always
told
you
that
hasty
temper
would
be
the
ruin
of
you
.
'
'
Too
true
!
'
said
Guy
,
so
dejectedly
,
that
the
old
man
instantly
grew
kinder
,
and
was
displeased
with
Mr.
Edmonstone
.
'
What
could
he
have
taken
into
his
head
to
suspect
you
of
?
'
'
Of
gaming
at
St.
Mildred
's
.
'
'
You
have
not
!
'
'
Never
!
'
'
Then
why
does
not
he
believe
you
?
'
'
He
thinks
he
has
proof
against
me
.
I
ca
n't
guess
how
he
discovered
it
;
but
I
was
obliged
to
pay
some
money
to
a
gambling
sort
of
man
,
and
he
thinks
I
lost
it
.
'
'
Then
why
do
n't
you
show
him
your
accounts
?
'
'
For
one
reason
—
because
I
have
kept
none
.
'
As
if
it
was
an
immense
relief
to
his
mind
,
Markham
launched
out
into
a
discourse
on
the
extreme
folly
,
imprudence
,
and
all
other
evils
of
such
carelessness
.
He
was
so
glad
to
find
this
was
the
worst
,
that
his
lecture
lasted
for
two
miles
and
a
half
,
during
which
Guy
,
though
attentive
at
first
,
had
ample
space
for
all
the
thrills
of
recognition
at
each
well-known
spot
.
There
was
the
long
,
green-wooded
valley
between
the
hills
,
where
he
had
shot
his
first
woodcock
;
there
was
the
great
stone
on
which
he
had
broken
his
best
knife
in
a
fit
of
geological
research
;
there
was
the
pool
where
he
used
to
skate
:
there
the
sudden
break
in
the
hills
that
gave
the
first
view
of
the
sea
.
He
could
not
help
springing
up
at
the
sight
,
pale
,
leaden
,
and
misty
as
it
was
;
and
though
Markham
forthwith
rebuked
him
for
not
listening
,
his
heart
was
still
beating
as
at
the
first
sight
of
a
dear
old
friend
,
when
that
peep
was
far
behind
.
More
black
heaths
,
with
stacks
of
peat
and
withered
ferns
.
Guy
was
straining
his
eyes
far
off
in
the
darkness
to
look
for
the
smoke
of
the
old
keeper
's
cottage
chimney
,
and
could
with
difficulty
refrain
from
interrupting
Markham
to
ask
after
the
old
man
.
Another
long
hill
,
and
then
began
a
descent
into
a
rich
valley
,
beautiful
fields
of
young
wheat
,
reddish
soil
,
full
of
fatness
,
large
spreading
trees
,
with
noble
limbs
,
cottages
,
and
cottage
gardens
,
very
unlike
poor
Coombe
Prior
;
Markham
's
house
,
—
a
perfect
little
snuggery
,
—
covered
all
over
with
choice
climbing
plants
,
the
smart
plastered
doctor
's
house
,
the
Morville
Arms
,
looking
honest
and
venerable
,
the
church
,
with
its
disproportionately
high
tower
,
the
parsonage
rather
hidden
behind
it
;
and
,
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
,
the
park
wall
and
the
gate
,
where
old
Sarah
stood
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
curtsies
.
Guy
jumped
out
to
meet
her
,
and
to
spare
Whiteface
;
for
there
was
sharp
steep
bit
of
hill
,
rising
from
the
lodge
,
trying
to
horses
,
in
spite
of
the
road
being
cut
out
in
long
spirals
.
On
he
ran
,
leaving
the
road
to
Markham
,
straight
up
the
high
,
steep
,
slippery
green
slope
.
He
came
in
sight
of
the
great
dark-red
sand
stone
pile
of
building
;
but
he
passed
it
,
and
ran
on
to
where
the
ground
rose
on
one
side
of
it
still
more
abruptly
,
and
at
the
highest
point
was
suddenly
broken
away
and
cut
off
into
a
perpendicular
crag
,
descending
in
some
parts
sheer
down
to
the
sea
,
in
others
a
little
broken
,
and
giving
space
for
the
growth
of
stunted
brushwood
.
He
stood
at
the
highest
point
,
where
the
precipice
was
most
abrupt
.
The
sea
was
dashing
far
beneath
;
the
ripple
,
dash
,
and
roar
were
in
his
ears
once
more
;
the
wind
—
such
wind
as
only
blows
over
the
sea
—
was
breathing
on
his
face
;
the
broad
,
free
horizon
far
before
him
,
the
field
of
waves
,
in
gray
and
brown
shade
,
indeed
,
but
still
his
own
beloved
waves
;
the
bay
,
shut
in
with
rocks
,
and
with
black
Shag
Island
and
its
train
of
rocks
projecting
far
out
to
the
west
,
and
almost
immediately
beneath
him
,
to
the
left
,
the
little
steep
street
of
the
fishing
part
of
the
village
,
nestled
into
the
cove
,
which
was
formed
by
the
mouth
of
a
little
mountain
stream
,
and
the
dozen
boats
it
could
muster
rocking
on
the
water
.
Guy
stood
and
looked
as
if
he
could
never
cease
looking
,
or
enjoying
the
sea-air
and
salt
breeze
.
It
was
real
pleasure
at
first
,
for
there
were
his
home
,
his
friends
;
and
though
there
was
a
throb
and
tightness
of
heart
at
thinking
how
all
was
changed
but
such
as
this
,
and
how
all
must
change
;
how
he
had
talked
with
Amy
of
this
very
thing
,
and
had
longed
to
have
her
standing
beside
him
there
;
yet
there
was
more
of
soothing
than
suffering
in
the
sensation
.
So
many
thoughts
rushed
through
his
mind
,
that
he
fancied
he
had
stood
there
a
long
time
,
when
he
turned
and
hastened
down
again
,
but
he
had
been
so
rapid
as
to
meet
Markham
before
the
servants
had
had
time
to
miss
him
.
The
servants
were
indeed
few
.
There
was
,
alas
!
William
of
Deloraine
,
waiting
to
hold
Whiteface
;
there
was
Arnaud
,
an
old
Swiss
,
first
courier
and
then
butler
to
old
Sir
Guy
;
there
was
Mrs.
Drew
,
the
housekeeper
,
also
a
very
old
servant
;
and
these
were
all
;
but
their
welcome
was
of
the
heartiest
,
in
feeling
,
if
not
in
demonstration
,
as
the
gig
went
with
an
echoing
,
thundering
sound
under
the
deep
archway
that
led
into
the
paved
quadrangle
round
which
the
house
was
built
,
that
court
where
,
as
Philip
had
truly
averred
,
the
sun
hardly
ever
shone
,
so
high
were
the
walls
on
each
side
.
Up
the
stone
steps
into
the
spacious
dark
hall
,
and
into
the
large
,
gloomy
library
,
partially
lighted
by
a
great
wood
fire
,
replying
to
Mrs.
Drew
's
questions
about
his
dinner
and
his
room
,
and
asking
Markham
to
stay
and
dine
with
him
,
Guy
at
length
found
himself
at
home
,
in
the
very
room
where
he
had
spent
every
evening
of
his
boyhood
,
with
the
same
green
leather
arm-chair
,
in
the
very
place
where
his
grandfather
used
to
sit
.
Markham
consented
to
dine
with
him
,
and
the
evening
was
spent
in
talking
over
the
news
of
Redclyffe
.
Markham
spoke
with
much
bitterness
of
the
way
in
which
Captain
Morville
had
taken
upon
him
;
his
looking
into
the
accounts
,
though
any
one
was
welcome
to
examine
them
,
was
,
he
thought
,
scarcely
becoming
in
so
young
a
man
,
—
the
heir-at-law
,
too
.
'
He
ca
n't
help
doing
minutely
whatever
he
undertakes
,
'
said
Guy
.
'
If
you
had
him
here
,
you
would
never
have
to
scold
him
like
me
.
'
'
Heaven
forbid
!
'
said
Markham
,
hastily
.
'
I
know
the
same
place
would
not
hold
him
and
me
long
.
'
'
You
have
told
me
nothing
of
our
new
vicar
.
How
do
you
get
on
with
him
?
'
'
None
the
better
for
that
same
Captain
Morville
,
'
replied
Markham
,
plunging
forthwith
into
his
list
of
grievances
,
respecting
which
he
was
waging
a
petty
warfare
,
in
the
belief
that
he
was
standing
up
for
his
master
's
rights
.
Mr.
Bernard
,
the
former
clergyman
,
had
been
a
quiet
,
old-fashioned
man
,
very
kind-hearted
,
but
not
at
all
active
,
and
things
had
gone
on
in
a
sleepy
,
droning
,
matter-of-fact
way
,
which
,
Markham
being
used
to
,
thought
exactly
what
ought
to
be
.
Now
,
Mr.
Ashford
was
an
energetic
person
,
desirous
to
do
his
utmost
for
the
parish
,
and
whatever
he
did
was
an
offence
to
Markham
,
from
the
daily
service
,
to
the
objecting
to
the
men
going
out
fishing
on
Sunday
.
He
opposed
every
innovation
with
all
his
might
,
and
Captain
Morville
's
interference
,
which
had
borne
Markham
down
with
Mr.
Edmonstone
's
authority
,
had
only
made
him
more
determined
not
to
bate
an
inch
.
He
growled
every
time
Guy
was
inclined
to
believe
Mr.
Ashford
in
the
right
,
and
brought
out
some
fresh
complaint
.
The
grand
controversy
was
at
present
about
the
school
.
There
was
a
dame
's
school
in
the
Cove
,
or
fishing
part
of
the
parish
,
maintained
at
the
expense
of
the
estate
,
in
a
small
cottage
far
from
the
church
,
and
Mr.
And
Mrs.
Ashford
had
fixed
their
eyes
on
a
house
in
the
village
,
and
so
near
the
church
as
to
be
very
convenient
for
a
Sunday-school
.
It
only
wanted
to
be
floored
,
and
to
have
a
partition
taken
down
,
but
to
this
Markham
would
not
consent
,
treating
it
as
a
monstrous
proposal
to
take
away
the
school
from
old
Jenny
Robinson
.
'
I
suppose
Mr.
Ashford
meant
to
pension
her
off
?
said
Guy
.
'
He
did
say
something
about
it
;
but
who
is
to
do
it
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
'
'
We
are
,
I
suppose
.
'
'
Pay
two
schoolmistresses
at
once
!
One
for
doing
nothing
!
A
pretty
tolerable
proposal
for
Mr.
Ashford
to
be
making
!
'
'
I
do
n't
see
why
.
Of
course
it
is
my
business
.
'
'
Besides
,
I
do
n't
see
that
she
is
not
as
fit
to
keep
school
as
ever
she
was
.
'
'
That
may
well
be
,
'
said
Guy
,
smiling
.
'
We
never
used
to
be
noted
for
our
learning
.
'
'
Do
n't
you
be
for
bringing
new
lights
into
the
parish
,
Sir
Guy
,
or
we
shall
never
have
any
more
peace
.
'
'
I
shall
see
about
old
Jenny
,
'
answered
Guy
.
'
As
to
the
house
,
that
must
be
done
directly
.
Her
cottage
is
not
fit
to
keep
school
in
.
'
Grunt
,
grunt
;
but
though
a
very
unbending
viceroy
,
a
must
from
the
reigning
baronet
had
a
potent
effect
on
Markham
,
whether
it
was
for
good
or
evil
.
He
might
grumble
,
but
he
never
disobeyed
,
and
the
boy
he
was
used
to
scold
and
order
had
found
that
Morville
intonation
of
the
must
,
which
took
away
all
idea
of
resistance
.
He
still
,
however
,
remonstrated
.
'
As
you
please
,
Sir
Guy
,
but
we
shall
have
the
deer
frightened
,
and
the
plantations
cut
to
pieces
,
if
the
boys
from
the
Cove
are
to
be
crossing
the
park
.
'
'
I
'll
be
answerable
for
all
the
damage
.
If
they
are
once
properly
spoken
to
,
they
will
be
on
honour
to
behave
well
.
I
have
seen
a
little
of
what
a
village
school
ought
to
be
at
East
Hill
,
and
I
should
like
to
see
Redclyffe
like
it
?
'
Grunt
again
;
and
Guy
found
that
to
make
Markham
amiable
,
he
must
inquire
after
all
his
nephews
and
nieces
.
'
All
the
evening
he
had
much
to
occupy
him
,
and
the
dreaded
sense
of
solitude
and
bereavement
did
not
come
on
till
he
had
parted
with
Markham
,
and
stood
alone
before
the
fire
in
the
large
,
gloomy
room
,
where
the
light
of
the
lamp
seemed
absorbed
in
the
darkness
of
the
distant
corners
,
and
where
he
had
scarcely
been
since
the
moment
when
he
found
his
grandfather
senseless
in
that
very
chair
.
How
different
had
that
room
once
been
in
his
eyes
,
when
his
happy
spirits
defied
every
association
of
gloom
,
and
the
book-shelves
,
the
carved
chairs
,
the
heavy
dark-green
curtains
,
and
deep
windows
,
were
connected
with
merry
freaks
,
earnest
researches
,
delightful
achievements
or
discoveries
.
How
long
ago
that
time
seemed
!
and
how
changed
was
he
!
There
was
a
certain
tendency
to
melancholy
in
Guy
's
mind
.
High
spirits
,
prosperity
,
and
self-discipline
,
had
kept
it
from
developing
itself
until
the
beginning
of
his
troubles
,
but
since
that
time
it
had
been
gradually
gaining
ground
,
and
this
was
a
time
of
great
suffering
,
as
he
stood
alone
in
his
forefathers
'
house
,
and
felt
himself
,
in
his
early
youth
,
a
doomed
man
,
destined
to
bear
the
penalty
of
their
crimes
in
the
ruin
of
his
dearest
hopes
,
as
if
his
heirloom
of
misery
had
but
waited
to
seize
on
him
till
the
very
moment
when
it
would
give
him
the
most
to
endure
.
'
But
bear
it
I
must
and
will
!
'
said
he
,
lifting
his
head
from
the
carved
chimney-piece
,
where
he
had
been
resting
it
.
'
I
have
been
in
will
a
murderer
myself
,
and
what
right
have
I
to
repine
like
the
Israelites
,
with
their
self-justifying
proverb
?
No
;
let
me
be
thankful
that
I
was
not
given
up
even
then
,
but
have
been
able
to
repent
,
and
do
a
little
better
next
time
.
It
will
be
a
blessing
as
yet
ungranted
to
any
of
us
,
if
indeed
I
should
bear
to
the
full
the
doom
of
sorrow
,
so
that
it
may
be
vouchsafed
me
only
to
avoid
actual
guilt
.
Yes
,
Amy
,
your
words
are
still
with
me
,
—
'
Sintram
conquered
his
doom
,
'
—
and
it
was
by
following
death
!
Welcome
,
then
,
whatever
may
be
in
store
for
me
,
were
it
even
a
long
,
cheerless
life
without
you
,
Amy
.
There
is
another
world
!
'
With
the
energy
of
freshened
resolution
,
he
lighted
his
candle
,
and
walked
,
with
echoing
steps
,
up
the
black
oak
staircase
,
along
the
broad
gallery
,
up
another
flight
,
down
another
passage
,
to
his
own
room
.
He
had
expressly
written
'
his
own
room
,
'
and
confirmed
it
on
his
arrival
,
or
Mrs.
Drew
would
have
lodged
him
as
she
thought
more
suitably
for
the
master
of
the
house
.
Nothing
had
been
done
to
alter
its
old
,
familiar
aspect
,
except
lighting
a
fire
,
which
he
had
never
seen
there
before
.
There
were
all
his
boyish
treasures
,
his
bows
and
arrows
,
his
collection
of
birds
'
wings
,
his
wonderful
weapons
and
contrivances
,
from
his
fire-balloon
down
to
the
wren's-egg
,
all
just
as
he
left
them
,
their
good
condition
attesting
the
care
that
Mrs.
Drew
had
taken
for
his
sake
.
He
renewed
his
acquaintance
with
them
,
with
a
sort
of
regretful
affection
and
superiority
;
but
there
was
a
refreshment
in
these
old
memories
which
aided
the
new
feeling
of
life
imparted
to
him
by
his
resolution
to
bear
.
Nor
had
he
only
to
bear
,
he
had
also
to
do
;
and
before
the
late
hour
at
which
he
fell
asleep
,
he
had
made
up
his
mind
what
was
the
first
step
to
be
taken
about
Coombe
Priory
,
and
had
remembered
with
rejoicing
,
that
whereas
he
had
regretted
leaving
the
chapel
at
college
which
had
so
comforted
and
helped
him
,
there
was
now
daily
service
at
Redclyffe
Church
.
The
last
thing
in
his
mind
,
before
reflection
was
lost
in
sleep
,
was
this
stanza
,
—
'
Gales
from
heaven
,
if
so
He
will
,
Sweeter
melodies
may
wake
On
the
lonely
mountain
rill
Than
the
meeting
waters
wake
.
Who
hath
the
Father
and
the
Son
,
May
be
left
,
but
not
alone
.
CHAPTER
XXII
.
And
when
the
solemn
deep
church
bell
Entreats
the
soul
to
pray
,
The
midnight
phantoms
feel
the
spell
,
The
shadows
sweep
away
.
Down
the
broad
Vale
of
Tears
afar
,
The
spectral
camp
is
fled
;
Faith
shineth
as
a
morning
star
,
Our
ghastly
fears
are
dead
.
Longfellow
.
Mr.
Ashford
was
a
connexion
of
Lady
Thorndale
's
,
and
it
was
about
a
year
since
the
living
of
Redclyffe
had
been
presented
to
him
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Ashford
were
of
course
anxious
to
learn
all
they
could
about
their
young
squire
,
on
whom
the
welfare
of
the
parish
depended
,
even
more
than
in
most
cases
,
as
the
whole
was
his
property
.
Their
expectations
were
not
raised
by
Mr.
Markham
's
strenuous
opposition
to
all
their
projects
,
and
his
constant
appeals
to
the
name
of
'
Sir
Guy
;
'
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
they
were
pleased
by
the
strong
feeling
of
affection
that
all
the
villagers
manifested
for
their
landlord
.
The
inhabitants
of
Redclyffe
were
a
primitive
race
,
almost
all
related
to
each
other
,
rough
and
ignorant
,
and
with
a
very
strong
feudal
feeling
for
'
Sir
Guy
,
'
who
was
king
,
state
,
supreme
authority
,
in
their
eyes
;
and
Mrs.
Ashford
further
found
that
'
Master
Morville
,
'
as
the
old
women
called
him
in
his
individual
character
,
was
regarded
by
them
with
great
personal
affection
.
On
the
occasion
when
Captain
Morville
came
to
Redclyffe
,
and
left
James
Thorndale
to
spend
a
couple
of
hours
at
the
parsonage
,
they
interrogated
the
latter
anxiously
on
his
acquaintance
with
Sir
Guy
.
He
had
not
the
least
idea
of
creating
prejudice
,
indeed
,
he
liked
him
as
a
companion
,
but
he
saw
everything
through
the
medium
of
his
friend
,
and
spoke
something
to
this
effect
:
He
was
very
agreable
;
they
would
like
his
manners
;
he
was
tolerably
clever
,
but
not
to
be
named
in
the
same
day
with
his
cousin
for
abilities
,
far
less
in
appearance
.
Very
pleasant
,
generally
liked
,
decidedly
a
taking
man
;
but
there
was
some
cloud
over
him
just
now
—
debts
,
probably
.
Morville
had
been
obliged
to
go
to
Oxford
about
it
;
but
Mr.
Thorndale
did
not
profess
to
understand
it
,
as
of
course
Morville
said
as
little
of
it
as
he
could
.
Thereupon
all
began
to
admire
the
aforesaid
Morville
,
already
known
by
report
,
and
whose
fine
countenance
and
sensible
conversation
confirmed
all
that
had
been
said
of
him
.
And
as
,
after
his
interference
,
Mr.
Markham
's
opposition
became
surly
,
as
well
as
sturdy
,
and
Sir
Guy
's
name
was
sure
to
stand
arrayed
against
them
whichever
way
they
turned
,
the
younger
part
of
the
family
learnt
to
regard
him
somewhat
in
the
light
of
an
enemy
,
and
their
elders
awaited
his
majority
with
more
of
fear
than
of
hope
.
'
Mamma
!
'
cried
Edward
Ashford
,
rushing
in
,
so
as
to
bring
the
first
news
to
his
mother
,
who
had
not
been
to
the
early
service
,
'
I
do
believe
Sir
Guy
is
come
!
'
'
Sir
Guy
was
at
church
!
'
shouted
Robert
,
almost
at
the
same
moment
.
Mr.
Ashford
confirmed
the
intelligence
.
'
I
saw
him
speaking
,
after
church
,
to
some
of
the
old
men
,
so
afterwards
I
went
to
ask
old
John
Barton
,
and
found
him
with
tears
in
his
eyes
,
positively
trembling
with
delight
,
for
he
said
he
never
thought
to
have
heard
his
cheery
voice
again
,
and
that
he
was
coming
down
by-and-bye
to
see
the
last
letter
from
Ben
,
at
sea
.
'
'
That
is
very
nice
!
Shall
you
call
?
'
'
Yes
.
Even
if
he
is
only
here
for
a
day
or
two
,
it
will
be
better
to
have
made
the
acquaintance
.
'
Mr.
Ashford
went
to
the
park
at
two
in
the
afternoon
,
and
did
not
return
till
near
four
.
'
Well
,
'
said
he
,
'
it
is
as
James
Thorndale
says
,
there
is
something
very
prepossessing
about
him
.
'
'
Have
you
been
there
all
this
time
?
'
'
Yes
.
He
was
not
at
home
,
so
I
left
my
card
,
and
was
coming
away
,
when
I
met
him
at
the
turn
leading
to
the
Cove
.
He
need
not
have
seen
me
unless
he
had
liked
,
but
he
came
up
in
a
good-natured
cordial
way
,
and
thanked
me
for
coming
to
call
.
'
'
Is
he
like
his
cousin
?
'
'
Not
in
the
least
;
not
nearly
so
tall
or
so
handsome
,
but
with
a
very
pleasant
face
,
and
seeming
made
up
of
activity
,
very
slight
,
as
if
he
was
all
bone
and
sinew
.
He
said
he
was
going
to
see
the
Christmas
ox
at
the
farm
,
and
asked
me
to
come
with
him
.
Presently
we
came
to
a
high
gate
,
locked
up
.
He
was
over
it
in
an
instant
,
begged
me
to
wait
while
he
ran
on
to
the
farm
for
the
key
,
and
was
back
in
a
second
with
it
.
'
'
Did
he
enter
on
any
of
the
disputed
subjects
?
'
'
He
began
himself
about
the
school
,
saying
the
house
should
be
altered
directly
;
and
talked
over
the
whole
matter
very
satisfactorily
;
undertook
himself
to
speak
to
Jenny
Robinson
;
and
was
very
glad
to
hear
you
meant
her
still
to
keep
the
infants
at
the
Cove
;
so
I
hope
that
matter
is
in
a
right
train
.
'
'
If
Mr.
Markham
will
but
let
him
.
'
'
O
,
he
is
king
or
more
here
!
We
met
Markham
at
the
farm
;
and
the
first
thing
,
after
looking
at
the
cattle
,
Sir
Guy
found
some
planks
lying
about
,
and
said
they
were
the
very
thing
for
flooring
the
school
.
Markham
mentioned
some
barn
they
were
intended
for
,
but
Sir
Guy
said
the
school
must
be
attended
to
at
once
,
and
went
with
us
to
look
at
it
.
That
was
what
kept
me
so
long
,
measuring
and
calculating
,
and
I
hope
it
may
be
begun
in
a
week
.
'
'
This
is
delightful
!
What
more
could
we
wish
?
'
'
I
do
n't
think
he
will
give
trouble
in
parish
matters
,
and
in
personal
intercourse
he
will
be
sure
to
be
most
agreeable
.
I
wish
I
knew
there
was
nothing
amiss
.
It
seems
strange
for
him
to
come
here
for
the
vacation
,
instead
of
going
to
his
guardian
's
as
usual
,
and
altogether
he
had
an
air
of
sadness
and
depression
,
not
like
a
youth
,
especially
such
an
active
one
.
I
am
afraid
something
is
wrong
;
those
engaging
people
are
often
unstable
.
One
thing
I
forgot
to
tell
you
.
We
were
walking
through
that
belt
of
trees
on
the
east
side
of
the
hill
,
when
he
suddenly
called
out
to
ask
how
came
the
old
ash-tree
to
be
marked
.
Markham
answered
in
his
gruff
way
it
was
not
his
doing
,
but
the
Captain
's
.
He
turned
crimson
,
and
began
some
angry
exclamation
;
but
as
Markham
was
going
on
to
tell
something
else
about
it
,
he
stopped
him
short
,
saying
,
'
Never
mind
!
I
dare
say
it
's
all
right
.
I
do
n't
want
to
hear
any
more
!
'
and
I
do
n't
think
he
spoke
much
again
till
we
got
into
the
village
.
I
am
afraid
there
is
some
misunderstanding
between
the
cousins
.
'
'
Or
more
likely
Mr.
Markham
is
teaching
him
some
jealousy
of
his
heir
.
We
could
not
expect
two
Captain
Morvilles
in
one
family
,
and
I
am
glad
it
is
no
worse
.
'
All
that
the
Ashfords
further
saw
of
their
young
baronet
made
an
impression
in
his
favour
;
every
difficulty
raised
by
the
steward
disappeared
;
their
plans
were
forwarded
,
and
they
heard
of
little
but
his
good
nature
to
the
poor
people
;
but
still
they
did
not
know
how
far
to
trust
these
appearances
,
and
did
not
yet
venture
to
form
an
opinion
on
him
,
or
enter
into
intimacy
.
'
So
the
singers
will
not
come
to
us
on
Christmas
Eve
,
because
they
say
they
must
go
to
the
Park
,
'
said
Edward
,
rather
savagely
.
'
I
was
thinking
,
'
said
Mrs.
Ashford
,
'
how
forlorn
it
will
be
for
that
poor
youth
to
spend
his
Christmas
day
alone
,
in
that
great
house
.
Do
n't
you
think
we
might
ask
him
to
dinner
?
'
Before
Mr.
Ashford
could
answer
,
the
boys
made
such
an
uproar
at
the
proposal
of
bringing
a
stranger
to
spoil
their
Christmas
,
that
their
parents
gave
up
the
idea
.
It
was
that
Christmas
day
that
Guy
especially
dreaded
,
as
recalling
so
many
contrasts
both
with
those
passed
here
and
at
Hollywell
.
Since
his
return
,
he
had
been
exerting
himself
to
attend
to
what
he
felt
to
be
his
duty
,
going
about
among
his
people
,
arranging
for
their
good
or
pleasure
,
and
spending
a
good
deal
of
time
over
his
studies
.
He
had
written
to
Mr.
Ross
,
to
ask
his
advice
about
Coombe
Prior
,
and
had
set
Markham
,
much
against
his
will
,
to
remonstrate
with
Farmer
Todd
about
the
repairs
;
but
though
there
was
a
sort
of
satisfaction
in
doing
these
things
;
though
the
attachment
of
his
dependents
soothed
him
,
and
brought
a
new
sense
of
the
relation
between
himself
and
them
;
though
views
of
usefulness
were
on
each
side
opening
before
him
;
yet
there
was
a
dreariness
about
everything
;
he
was
weary
even
while
he
undertook
and
planned
energetically
;
each
new
project
reminding
him
that
there
was
no
Amy
to
plan
with
him
.
He
could
not
sufficiently
care
for
them
.
Still
more
dreary
was
his
return
to
his
old
haunts
,
and
to
the
scenery
which
he
loved
so
devotedly
,
the
blue
sea
and
purple
hills
which
had
been
like
comrades
and
playfellows
,
before
he
had
known
what
it
was
to
have
living
companions
.
They
used
to
be
everything
to
him
,
and
he
had
scarcely
a
wish
beyond
;
afterwards
his
dreams
had
been
of
longing
affection
for
them
,
and
latterly
the
idea
of
seeing
Amy
love
them
and
admire
them
had
been
connected
with
every
vision
of
them
;
and
now
the
sight
of
the
reality
did
but
recal
the
sense
that
their
charm
had
departed
;
they
could
no
longer
suffice
to
him
as
of
old
,
and
their
presence
brought
back
to
him
with
fresh
pangs
of
disappointment
the
thought
of
lost
happiness
and
ruined
hopes
,
as
if
Amy
alone
could
restore
their
value
.
The
depression
of
his
spirits
inclined
him
to
dwell
at
present
more
on
the
melancholy
history
of
his
parents
than
on
anything
else
.
He
had
hitherto
only
heard
the
brief
narration
of
his
grandfather
,
when
he
could
ask
no
questions
,
but
he
now
obtained
full
particulars
from
Markham
,
who
,
when
he
found
him
bent
on
hearing
all
,
related
everything
,
perhaps
intending
it
as
a
warning
against
the
passions
which
,
when
once
called
into
force
,
he
dreaded
to
find
equally
ungovernable
in
his
present
master
.
Mr.
Morville
had
been
his
great
pride
and
glory
,
and
,
in
fact
,
had
been
so
left
to
his
care
as
to
have
been
regarded
like
a
son
of
his
own
.
He
had
loved
him
,
if
possible
,
better
than
Guy
,
because
he
had
been
more
his
own
;
he
had
chosen
his
school
,
and
given
him
all
the
reproofs
which
had
ever
been
bestowed
on
him
with
his
good
in
view
;
and
how
he
had
grieved
for
him
was
never
known
to
man
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
talked
it
over
;
and
he
described
,
with
strong
,
deep
feeling
,
the
noble
face
and
bearing
of
the
dark-eyed
,
gallant-looking
stripling
,
his
generosity
and
high
spirit
tainted
and
ruined
by
his
wild
temper
and
impatience
of
restraint
.
There
seemed
to
have
been
a
great
sweetness
of
disposition
,
excellent
impulses
,
and
so
strong
a
love
of
his
father
,
in
spite
of
early
neglect
and
present
resentment
,
as
showed
what
he
might
have
been
with
only
tolerable
training
,
which
gave
Guy
's
idea
of
him
more
individuality
than
it
had
ever
had
before
,
and
made
him
better
understand
what
his
unhappy
grandfather
's
remorse
had
been
.
Guy
doubted
for
a
moment
whether
it
had
not
been
selfish
to
make
Markham
narrate
the
history
of
the
time
when
he
had
suffered
so
much
;
and
Markham
,
when
he
had
been
led
into
telling
it
,
and
saw
the
deepening
sadness
on
his
young
master
's
countenance
,
wished
it
had
not
been
told
,
and
ended
by
saying
it
was
of
no
use
to
stir
up
what
was
better
forgotten
.
He
would
have
regretted
the
telling
it
still
more
if
he
had
known
how
Guy
acted
it
all
over
in
his
solitude
,
picturing
his
father
standing
an
outcast
at
the
door
of
his
own
home
,
yielding
his
pride
and
resentment
for
the
sake
of
his
wife
,
ready
to
do
anything
,
yearning
for
reconciliation
,
longing
to
tread
once
more
the
friendly
,
familiar
hall
,
and
meeting
only
the
angry
repulse
and
cruel
taunt
!
He
imagined
the
headlong
passion
,
the
despair
,
the
dashing
on
his
horse
in
whirlwind
-like
swiftness
;
then
the
blow
,
the
fall
,
the
awful
stillness
of
the
form
,
carried
back
to
his
father
's
house
,
and
laid
on
that
table
a
dead
man
!
Fierce
wrath
,
—
then
another
world
!
Guy
worked
himself
up
in
imagining
the
horror
of
the
scene
,
till
it
was
almost
as
if
he
had
been
an
actor
in
it
.
Yet
he
had
never
cared
so
much
for
the
thought
of
his
father
as
for
his
mother
.
His
yearning
for
her
which
he
had
felt
in
early
days
at
Hollywell
,
had
returned
in
double
force
,
as
he
now
fancied
that
she
would
have
been
here
to
comfort
him
,
and
to
share
his
grief
,
to
be
a
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
whose
love
no
fault
and
no
offence
could
ever
cancel
.
He
rode
to
Moorworth
,
and
made
Mrs.
Lavers
tell
him
all
she
remembered
.
She
was
nothing
loth
,
and
related
how
she
had
been
surprised
by
Mr.
Morville
arriving
with
his
fair
,
shrinking
young
wife
,
and
how
she
had
rejoiced
in
his
coming
home
again
.
She
described
Mrs.
Morville
with
beautiful
blue
eyes
and
flaxen
hair
,
looking
pale
and
delicate
,
and
with
clinging
,
caressing
ways
like
a
little
child
afraid
to
be
left
.
'
Poor
thing
!
'
said
Mrs.
Lavers
,
wiping
her
eyes
;
'
when
he
was
going
,
she
clung
about
him
and
cried
,
and
was
so
timid
about
being
left
,
that
at
last
he
called
me
,
and
begged
me
to
stay
with
her
and
take
care
of
her
.
It
was
very
pretty
to
see
how
gentle
and
soft
he
was
to
her
,
sharp
and
hasty
as
he
was
with
most
;
and
she
would
not
let
him
go
,
coaxing
him
not
to
stay
away
long
,
till
at
last
he
put
her
on
the
sofa
,
saying
,
'
There
,
there
,
Marianne
,
that
will
do
.
Only
be
a
good
child
,
and
I
'll
come
for
you
.
'
I
never
forget
those
words
,
for
they
were
the
last
I
ever
heard
him
speak
.
'
'
Well
?
'
'
Poor
dear
,
she
cried
heartily
at
first
;
but
after
a
time
she
cheered
up
and
quite
made
friends
with
me
.
I
remember
she
told
me
which
were
Mr.
Morville
's
favourite
songs
,
and
sang
little
scraps
of
them
.
'
'
Can
you
remember
what
they
were
?
'
eagerly
exclaimed
Guy
.
'
Law
,
no
,
sir
;
I
never
had
no
head
for
music
.
And
she
laughed
about
her
journey
to
Scotland
,
and
got
into
spirits
,
only
she
could
not
bear
I
should
go
out
of
the
room
;
and
after
a
time
she
grew
very
anxious
for
him
to
come
back
.
I
made
her
some
tea
,
and
tried
to
get
her
to
bed
,
but
she
would
not
go
,
though
she
seemed
very
tired
;
for
she
said
Mr.
Morville
would
come
to
take
her
to
Redclyffe
,
and
she
wanted
to
hear
all
about
the
great
house
,
listening
for
him
all
the
time
,
and
I
trying
to
quiet
her
,
and
telling
her
the
longer
he
stayed
the
better
chance
there
was
.
Then
came
a
call
for
me
,
and
down-stairs
I
found
everything
in
confusion
;
the
news
had
come
—
I
never
knew
how
.
I
had
not
had
time
to
hear
it
rightly
myself
,
when
there
was
a
terrible
cry
from
upstairs
.
Poor
thing
!
whether
she
thought
he
was
come
,
or
whether
her
mind
misgave
her
,
she
had
come
after
me
to
the
head
of
the
stairs
,
and
heard
what
they
were
saying
.
I
do
n't
believe
she
ever
rightly
knew
what
had
happened
,
for
before
I
could
get
to
her
she
had
fainted
;
and
she
was
very
ill
from
that
moment
.
'
'
And
it
was
the
next
day
she
died
!
'
said
Guy
,
looking
up
,
after
a
long
silence
.
'
Did
she
—
could
she
take
any
notice
of
me
?
'
'
No
,
sir
;
she
lived
but
half
an
hour
,
or
hardly
that
,
after
you
were
born
.
I
told
her
it
was
a
son
;
but
she
was
not
able
to
hear
or
mind
me
,
and
sank
away
,
fainting
like
.
I
fancied
I
heard
her
say
something
like
'
Mr
.
Morville
,
'
but
I
do
n't
know
;
and
her
breath
was
very
soon
gone
.
Poor
dear
!
'
added
Mrs.
Lavers
,
wiping
away
her
tears
.
'
I
grieved
for
her
as
if
she
had
been
my
own
child
;
but
then
I
thought
of
her
waking
up
to
hear
he
was
dead
.
I
little
thought
then
,
Sir
Guy
,
that
I
should
ever
see
you
stand
there
,
—
strong
and
well
grown
.
I
almost
thought
you
were
dead
already
when
I
sent
for
Mr.
Harrison
to
baptize
you
.
'
'
Was
it
you
that
did
so
?
'
said
Guy
,
his
face
,
mournful
before
,
lighting
up
in
a
sudden
beam
of
gratitude
.
'
Then
I
have
to
thank
you
for
more
than
all
the
world
besides
.
'
'
Law
,
sir
!
'
said
Mrs.
Lavers
,
smiling
,
and
looking
pleased
,
though
as
if
but
half
entering
into
his
meaning
.
'
Yes
,
it
was
in
that
very
china
bowl
;
I
have
kept
it
choice
ever
since
,
and
never
let
it
be
used
for
anything
.
I
thought
it
was
making
very
bold
,
but
the
doctor
and
all
thought
you
could
not
live
,
and
Mr.
Harrison
might
judge
.
I
was
very
glad
just
before
he
came
,
that
Mr.
Markham
came
from
Redclyffe
.
He
had
not
been
able
to
leave
poor
Sir
Guy
before
.
'
Guy
soon
after
set
out
on
his
homeward
ride
.
His
yearning
to
hear
of
his
mother
had
been
satisfied
;
but
though
he
could
still
love
the
fair
,
sweet
vision
summoned
up
by
her
name
,
he
was
less
disposed
to
feel
that
it
had
been
hard
upon
him
that
she
died
.
It
was
not
Amy
.
In
spite
of
his
tender
compassion
and
affection
,
he
knew
that
he
had
not
lost
a
Verena
in
her
.
None
could
occupy
that
place
save
Amy
;
and
his
mind
,
from
custom
,
reverted
to
Amy
as
still
his
own
,
thrilled
like
a
freshly
touched
wound
,
and
tried
to
realize
the
solace
that
even
yet
she
might
be
praying
for
him
.
It
was
dreariness
and
despondency
by
day
,
and
he
struggled
with
it
by
energy
and
occupation
;
but
it
was
something
even
worse
in
the
evening
,
in
the
dark
,
solitary
library
,
where
the
very
size
of
the
room
gave
an
additional
sense
of
loneliness
;
and
in
the
silence
he
could
hear
,
through
the
closed
shutters
,
the
distant
plash
and
surge
of
the
tide
,
—
a
sound
of
which
in
former
years
he
had
never
been
sensible
.
There
,
evening
after
evening
,
he
sat
,
—
his
attention
roaming
from
his
employment
to
feed
on
his
sad
reflections
.
One
evening
he
went
to
the
large
dark
dining-room
,
unlocked
the
door
,
which
echoed
far
through
the
house
,
and
found
his
way
through
the
packed-up
furniture
to
a
picture
against
the
wall
,
to
which
he
held
up
his
light
.
It
was
a
portrait
,
by
Lely
,
a
half-length
of
a
young
man
,
one
hand
on
his
sword
,
the
other
holding
his
plumed
hat
.
His
dark
chestnut
hair
fell
on
each
side
of
a
bright
youthful
face
,
full
of
life
and
health
,
and
with
eyes
which
,
even
in
painting
,
showed
what
their
vividness
must
have
been
.
The
countenance
was
full
of
spirit
and
joy
;
but
the
mouth
was
more
hard
and
stern
than
suited
the
rest
;
and
there
was
something
in
the
strong
determined
grasp
of
the
sword
which
made
it
seem
as
if
the
hand
might
be
a
characteristic
portrait
.
In
the
corner
of
the
picture
was
the
name
—
'
Hugo
Morville
.
Æt
.
20
,
1671.
'
Guy
stood
holding
up
his
light
,
and
looking
fixedly
at
it
for
a
considerable
time
.
Strange
thoughts
passed
through
his
mind
as
the
pictured
eyes
seemed
to
gaze
piercingly
down
into
his
own
.
When
he
turned
away
he
muttered
aloud
,
—
'
He
,
too
,
would
have
said
—
'
Is
thy
servant
a
dog
,
that
he
should
do
this
?
'
'
It
seemed
to
him
as
if
he
had
once
been
in
a
happier
,
better
world
,
with
the
future
dawning
brightly
on
him
;
but
as
if
that
once
yielding
to
the
passions
inherited
from
that
wretched
man
,
had
brought
on
him
the
doom
of
misery
.
He
had
opened
the
door
to
the
powers
of
evil
,
and
must
bear
the
penalty
.
These
feelings
might
partly
arise
from
its
having
been
only
now
that
,
had
all
been
well
,
he
could
have
been
with
Amabel
;
so
that
it
seemed
as
if
he
had
never
hitherto
appreciated
the
loss
.
He
had
at
first
comforted
himself
by
thinking
it
was
better
to
be
without
her
than
to
cause
her
distress
;
but
now
he
found
how
hard
it
was
to
miss
her
—
his
bright
angel
.
Darkness
was
closing
on
him
,
a
tedious
,
aimless
life
spread
out
before
him
,
a
despair
of
doing
good
haunted
him
,
and
with
it
a
sense
of
something
like
the
presence
of
an
evil
spirit
triumphing
in
his
having
once
put
himself
within
its
grasp
.
It
was
well
for
Guy
that
he
was
naturally
active
,
and
had
acquired
power
over
his
own
mind
.
He
would
not
allow
himself
to
brood
over
these
thoughts
by
day
,
and
in
the
evening
he
busied
himself
as
much
as
possible
with
his
studies
,
or
in
going
over
with
Markham
matters
that
would
be
useful
to
him
to
know
when
he
came
to
the
management
of
his
property
.
Yet
still
these
thoughts
would
thicken
on
him
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
every
evening
when
he
sat
alone
in
the
library
.
The
late
hours
of
Christmas
Eve
was
the
time
when
he
had
most
to
suffer
.
The
day
had
been
gloomy
and
snowy
,
and
he
had
spent
it
almost
entirely
in
solitude
,
with
no
companion
or
diversion
to
restore
the
tone
of
his
mind
,
when
he
had
tried
it
with
hard
study
.
He
tried
to
read
,
but
it
would
not
do
;
and
he
was
reduced
to
sit
looking
at
the
fire
,
recalling
this
time
last
year
,
when
he
had
been
cutting
holly
,
helping
the
sisters
to
deck
the
house
,
and
in
the
evening
enjoying
a
merry
Christmas
party
,
full
of
blitheness
and
glee
,
where
there
were
,
of
course
,
special
recollections
of
Amabel
.
As
usual
,
he
dwelt
on
the
contrast
,
mused
on
the
estrangement
of
Mrs.
Edmonstone
,
and
tormented
himself
about
Charles
's
silence
,
till
he
fell
into
the
more
melancholy
train
of
thought
of
the
destiny
of
his
race
.
Far
better
for
him
to
bear
all
alone
than
to
bring
on
Amy
grief
and
horror
,
such
as
had
fallen
on
his
own
mother
;
but
it
was
much
to
bear
that
loneliness
and
desolation
for
a
lifetime
.
The
brow
was
contracted
,
and
the
lip
drawn
into
a
resolute
expression
of
keeping
down
suffering
,
like
that
of
a
man
enduring
acute
bodily
pain
;
as
Guy
was
not
yielding
,
he
was
telling
himself
—
telling
the
tempter
,
who
would
have
made
him
give
up
the
struggle
—
that
it
was
only
for
a
life
,
and
that
it
was
shame
and
ingratitude
to
be
faint-hearted
on
the
very
night
when
he
ought
to
be
rejoicing
that
One
had
come
to
ruin
the
power
of
the
foe
,
and
set
him
free
.
But
where
was
his
rejoicing
?
Was
he
cheered
,
—
was
he
comforted
?
Was
not
the
lone
,
blank
despondency
that
had
settled
on
him
more
heavily
than
ever
,
a
token
that
he
was
shut
out
from
all
that
was
good
,
—
nay
,
that
in
former
years
there
had
been
no
true
joy
in
him
,
only
enjoyment
of
temporal
pleasure
?
Had
his
best
days
of
happiness
been
,
then
,
nothing
but
hollowness
and
self-deception
?
At
that
moment
the
sound
of
a
Christmas
carol
came
faintly
on
his
ear
.
It
was
one
of
those
tunes
which
,
when
the
village
choir
were
the
only
musicians
he
knew
,
he
had
thought
unrivalled
;
and
now
,
even
to
his
tutored
,
delicate
ear
,
softened
as
it
was
by
distance
,
and
endeared
by
association
,
it
was
full
of
refreshing
,
soothing
harmony
.
He
undrew
the
curtain
,
opened
the
shutter
,
and
looked
into
the
court
,
where
he
saw
some
figures
standing
.
As
soon
as
the
light
shone
from
the
window
,
the
carol
was
resumed
,
and
the
familiar
tones
were
louder
and
harsher
;
but
he
loved
them
,
with
all
their
rudeness
and
dissonance
,
and
throwing
up
the
window
,
called
the
singers
by
name
,
asking
why
they
stood
out
in
the
snow
,
instead
of
coming
into
the
hall
,
as
usual
.
The
oldest
of
the
set
came
to
the
window
to
answer
,
—
so
old
a
man
,
that
his
voice
was
cracked
,
and
his
performance
did
more
harm
than
good
in
the
psalms
at
church
.
'
You
see
,
Sir
Guy
,
'
said
he
,
'
there
was
some
of
us
thought
you
might
not
like
to
have
us
coming
and
singing
like
old
times
,
'
cause
'
tis
not
all
as
it
used
to
be
here
with
you
.
Yet
we
did
n't
like
not
to
come
at
all
,
when
you
had
been
away
so
long
,
so
we
settled
just
to
begin
,
and
see
whether
you
took
any
notice
.
'
'
Thank
you
.
It
was
a
very
kind
thought
,
James
,
'
said
Guy
,
touched
by
the
rough
delicacy
of
feeling
manifested
by
these
poor
men
;
'
I
had
rather
hear
the
carols
than
anything
.
Come
to
the
front
door
;
I
'll
let
you
in
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
sir
,
'
with
a
most
grateful
touch
of
the
hat
;
and
Guy
hastened
to
set
things
in
order
,
preferring
the
carols
to
everything
at
that
moment
,
even
though
disabused
of
his
pristine
admiration
for
James
Robinson
's
fiddle
,
and
for
Harry
Ray
's
grand
shake
.
A
long
space
was
spent
in
listening
,
and
a
still
longer
in
the
endeavour
to
show
what
Mr.
Ashford
meant
by
suggesting
some
improvements
which
they
were
regarding
with
dislike
and
suspicion
,
till
they
found
Sir
Guy
was
of
the
same
mind
.
In
fact
,
when
he
had
sung
a
verse
or
two
to
illustrate
his
meaning
,
the
opinion
of
the
choir
was
,
that
,
with
equal
advantages
,
Sir
Guy
might
sing
quite
as
well
as
Harry
Ray
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
heard
his
own
voice
,
except
at
church
,
since
the
earlier
days
at
St.
Mildred
's
,
but
as
he
went
up
the
long
stairs
and
galleries
to
bed
,
he
found
himself
still
singing
.
It
was
,
—
Who
lives
forlorn
,
On
God
's
own
word
doth
rest
,
His
path
is
bright
With
heavenly
light
,
His
lot
among
the
blest
.
He
wondered
,
and
remembered
finding
music
for
it
with
Amy
's
help
.
He
sighed
heavily
,
but
the
anguish
of
feeling
,
the
sense
of
being
in
the
power
of
evil
,
had
insensibly
left
him
,
and
though
sad
and
oppressed
,
the
unchangeable
joy
and
hope
of
Christmas
were
shedding
a
beam
on
him
.
They
were
not
gone
when
he
awoke
,
and
rose
to
a
solitary
breakfast
without
one
Christmas
greeting
.
The
light
of
the
other
life
was
beginning
to
shine
out
,
and
make
him
see
how
to
do
and
to
bear
,
with
that
hope
before
him
.
The
hope
was
becoming
less
vague
;
the
resolution
,
though
not
more
firm
,
yet
less
desponding
,
that
he
would
go
on
to
grapple
with
temptation
,
and
work
steadfastly
;
and
with
that
hope
before
him
