owship at Oxford, it would have answered
much better.'

'And now that poor Fanny is dead, and Margaret married, there is all
his expensive education thrown away, and all for nothing,' said Mr.
Edmonstone.

'Ah,' said Mrs. Edmonstone, 'he planned for them to go on living at
Stylehurst, so that it would still have been his home. It is a
great pity, for his talent is thrown away, and he is not fond of his
profession.'

'You must not suppose, though, that he is not a practical man,' said Mr.
Edmonstone; 'I had rather take his opinion than any one's, especially
about a horse, and there is no end to what I hear about his good sense,
and the use he is of to the other young men.'

'You should tell about Mr. Thorndale, papa,' said Laura.

'Ah that is a feather in master Philip's cap; besides, he is your
neighbour--at least, his father is.'

'I suppose you know Lord Thorndale?' said Mrs. Edmonstone, in
explanation.

'I have seen him once at the Quarter Sessions,' said Sir Guy; 'but he
lives on the other side of Moorworth, and there was no visiting.'

'Well, this youth, James Thorndale, the second son, was Philip's fag.'

'Philip says he was always licking him!' interposed Charlotte.'

'He kept him out of some scrape or other, continued Mr. Edmonstone.
'Lord Thorndale was very much obliged to him, had him to stay at his
house, took pretty much to him altogether. It was through him that
Philip applied for his commission, and he has put his son into the same
regiment, on purpose to have him under Philip's eye. There he is at
Broadstone, as gentlemanlike a youth as I would wish to see. We will
have him to dinner some day, and Maurice too--eh, mamma? Maurice--he is
a young Irish cousin of my own, a capital fellow at the bottom, but a
regular thoroughgoing rattle. That was my doing. I told his father that
he could not do better than put him into the --th. Nothing like a steady
friend and a good example, I said, and Kilcoran always takes my advice,
and I don't think he has been sorry. Maurice has kept much more out of
scrapes of late.'

'O papa,' exclaimed Charlotte, 'Maurice has been out riding on a hired
horse, racing with Mr. Gordon, and the horse tumbled down at the bottom
of East-hill, and broke its knees.'

'That's the way,' said Mr. Edmonstone, 'the instant my back is turned.'

Thereupon the family fell into a discussion of home affairs, and thought
little more of their silent guest.

CHAPTER 3

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