hilip 'but he not more than others,
though he may appear so to you, because you have not had much
experience, and also because most of the men you have seen have been
rounded into uniformity like marbles, their sharp angles rubbed off
against each other at school.'

'Would it be better if there were more sharp angles?' said Laura, thus
setting on foot a discussion on public schools, on which Philip had, of
course, a great deal to say.

Amy's kind little heart was meanwhile grieving for Guy, and longing to
see him return, but he did not come till after Philip's departure. He
looked pale and mournful, his hair hanging loose and disordered, and
her terror was excited lest he might actually have seen his ancestor's
ghost, which, in spite of her desire to believe in ghosts, in general,
she did not by any means wish to have authenticated. He was surprised
and a good deal vexed to find Philip gone, but he said hardly anything,
and it was soon bedtime. When Charles took his arm, he exclaimed, on
finding his sleeve wet--'What can you have been doing?'

'Walking up and down under the wall,' replied Guy, with some reluctance.

'What, in the rain?'

'I don't know, perhaps it was.'

Amy, who was just behind, carrying the crutch, dreaded Charles's making
any allusion to Sintram's wild locks and evening wanderings, but ever
since the outburst about King Charles, the desire to tease and irritate
Guy had ceased.

They parted at the dressing-room door, and as Guy bade her good night,
he pushed back the damp hair that had fallen across his forehead,
saying, 'I am sorry I disturbed your evening. I will tell you the
meaning of it another time.'

'He has certainly seen the ghost!' said silly little Amy, as she shut
herself into her own room in such a fit of vague 'eerie' fright, that it
was not till she had knelt down, and with her face hidden in her hands,
said her evening prayer, that she could venture to lift up her head and
look into the dark corners of the room.

'Another time!' Her heart throbbed at the promise.

The next afternoon, as she and Laura were fighting with a refractory
branch of wisteria which had been torn down by the wind, and refused to
return to its place, Guy, who had been with his tutor, came in from the
stable-yard, reduced the trailing bough to obedience, and then joined
them in their walk. He looked grave, was silent at first, and then spoke
abruptly--'It is due to you to explain my behaviour last night