and unheard, had brought home to him the hope and encouragement
of that marvellous tale.

They had helped him in standing, looking steadfastly upwards, and
treading down not merely evil, but the first token of coming evil,
regardless of the bruises he might inflict on himself. Well for him if
he was constant.

Such was Guy's inner life; his outward life, frank and joyous, has been
shown, and the two flowed on like a stream, pure as crystal, but into
which the eye cannot penetrate from its depth. The surface would be
sometimes obscured by cloud or shade, and reveal the sombre wells
beneath; but more often the sunshine would penetrate the inmost
recesses, and make them glance and sparkle, showing themselves as clear
and limpid as the surface itself.

CHAPTER 6

Can piety the discord heal,
Or stanch the death-feud's enmity?
--Scott

It must not be supposed that such a history of Guy's mind was expressed
by himself, or understood by Mrs. Edmonstone; but she saw enough to
guess at his character, perceive the sort of guidance he needed, and be
doubly interested in him. Much did she wish he could have such a friend
as her brother would have been, and hope that nothing would prevent a
friendship with her nephew.

The present question about the horse was, she thought, unfortunate,
since, though Guy had exercised great self-denial, it was no wonder
Philip was annoyed. Mr. Edmonstone's vexation was soon over. As soon as
she had persuaded him that there had been no offence, he strove to say
with a good grace, that it was very proper, and told Guy he would be
a thorough book-worm and tremendous scholar, which Guy took as an
excellent joke.

Philip had made up his mind to be forbearing, and to say no more about
it. Laura thought this a pity, as they could thus never come to an
understanding; but when she hinted it, he wore such a dignified air of
not being offended, that she was much ashamed of having tried to direct
one so much better able to judge. On his side Guy had no idea the
trouble he had caused; so, after bestowing his thanks in a gay, off-hand
way, which Philip thought the worst feature of the case, he did his best
to bring Hecuba back into his mind, drive the hunters out of it, and
appease the much-aggrieved William of Deloraine.

When all William's manoeuvres resulted in his master's not hunting at
all, he was persuaded it was Mr. Edmonstone's fault, compassi