sions.'

'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 don'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 anyone 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