ning that, after all, Guy
only tried to esteem his cousin because he thought it a point of duty,
just as children think it right to admire the good boy in a story book;
but that he was secretly fretted and chafed by his perfection. No one
could deny that there were often occasions when little misunderstandings
would arise, and that, but for Philip's coolness and Guy's readiness to
apologise they might often have gone further; but at the same time no
one could regret these things more than Guy himself, and he was willing
and desirous to seek Philip's advice and assistance when needed. In
especial, he listened earnestly to the counsel which was bestowed on him
about Oxford: and Mrs. Edmonstone was convinced that no one could have
more anxiety to do right and avoid temptation. She had many talks
with him in her dressing-room, promising to write to him, as did also
Charles; and he left Hollywell with universal regrets, most loudly
expressed by Charlotte, who would not be comforted without a lock of
Bustle's hair, which she would have worn round her neck if she had not
been afraid that Laura would tell Philip.
'He goes with excellent intentions,' said Philip, as they watched him
from the door.
'I do hope he will do well,' said Mrs. Edmonstone.
'I wish he may,' said Philip; 'the agreeableness of his whole character
makes one more anxious. It is very dangerous. His name, his wealth, his
sociable, gay disposition, that very attractive manner, all are so many
perils, and he has not that natural pleasure in study that would be of
itself a preservative from temptation. However, he is honestly anxious
to do right, and has excellent principles. I only fear his temper and
his want of steadiness. Poor boy, I hope he may do well!'
CHAPTER 7
--Pray, good shepherd, what
Fair swain is this that dances with your daughter?
* * * * *
He sings several times faster than you'll tell money;
he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's
ears grow to his tunes.
--WINTER'S TALE
It was a glorious day in June, the sky of pure deep dazzling blue, the
sunshine glowing with brightness, but with cheerful freshness in the
air that took away all sultriness, the sun tending westward in his
long day's career, and casting welcome shadows from the tall firs and
horse-chestnuts that shaded the lawn. A long rank o
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