The Heir of Redclyffe. CHARLOTTE M. YONGE

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СКАЧАТЬ his friend’s admiration for the beautiful chestnut, his grandfather’s birthday present. The ladies admired with earnestness that compensated for want of knowledge, the gentlemen with greater science and discrimination; indeed, Philip, as a connoisseur, could not but, for the sake of his own reputation, discover something to criticise. Guy’s brows drew together again, and his eyes glanced as if he was much inclined to resent the remarks, as attacks at once on Deloraine and on his grandfather; but he said nothing, and presently went to the stable with Mr. Edmonstone, to see about the horse’s accommodations. Philip stood in the hall with the ladies.

      ‘So I perceive you have dropped the title already,’ observed he to Laura.

      ‘Yes,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone, replying for her daughter, ‘it seemed to give him pain by reminding him of his loss, and he was so strange and forlorn just at first, that we were glad to do what we could to make him feel himself more at home.’

      ‘Then you get on pretty well now?’

      The reply was in chorus with variations—‘Oh, excellently!’

      ‘He is so entertaining,’ said Charlotte.

      ‘He sings so beautifully,’ said Amabel.

      ‘He is so right-minded,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone.

      ‘So very well informed,’ said Laura.

      Then it all began again.

      ‘He plays chess so well,’ said Amy.

      ‘Bustle is such a dear dog,’ said Charlotte.

      ‘He is so attentive to Charlie,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone, going into the drawing-room to her son.

      ‘Papa says he will make up for the faults of all his ancestors,’ said Amabel.

      ‘His music! oh, his music!’ said Laura.

      ‘Philip,’ said Charlotte, earnestly, ‘you really should learn to like him.’

      ‘Learn, impertinent little puss?’ said Philip, smiling, ‘why should I not like him?’

      ‘I was sure you would try,’ said Charlotte, impressively.

      ‘Is it hard?’ said Amy. ‘But, oh, Philip! you could not help liking his singing.’

      ‘I never heard such a splendid voice,’ said Laura; ‘so clear and powerful, and yet so wonderfully sweet in the low soft notes. And a very fine ear: he has a real talent for music.’

      ‘Ah! inherited, poor fellow,’ said Philip, compassionately.

      ‘Do you pity him for it?’ said Amy, smiling.

      ‘Do you forget?’ said Philip. ‘I would not advise you to make much of this talent in public; it is too much a badge of his descent.’

      ‘Mamma did not think so,’ said Amy. ‘She thought it a pity he should not learn regularly, with such a talent; so the other day, when Mr. Radford was giving us a lesson, she asked Guy just to sing up and down the scale. I never saw anything so funny as old Mr. Radford’s surprise, it was almost like the music lesson in “La Figlia del Reggimento”; he started, and looked at Guy, and seemed in a perfect transport, and now Guy is to take regular lessons.

      ‘Indeed.’

      ‘But do you really mean,’ said Laura, ‘that if your mother had been a musician’s daughter, and you had inherited her talent, that you would be ashamed of it.’

      ‘Indeed, Laura,’ said Philip, with a smile, ‘I am equally far from guessing what I should do if my mother had been anything but what she was, as from guessing what I should do if I had a talent for music.’

      Mrs. Edmonstone here called her daughters to get ready for their walk, as she intended to go to East-hill, and they might as well walk with Philip as far as their roads lay together.

      Philip and Laura walked on by themselves, a little in advance of the others. Laura was very anxious to arrive at a right understanding of her cousin’s opinion of Guy.

      ‘I am sure there is much to like in him,’ she said.

      ‘There is; but is it the highest praise to say there is much to like? People are not so cautious when they accept a man in toto.’

      ‘Then, do you not?’

      Philip’s answer was—

      ‘He who the lion’s whelp has nurst,

       At home with fostering hand,

       Finds it a gentle thing at first,

       Obedient to command,’

      ‘Do you think him a lion’s whelp?’

      ‘I am afraid I saw the lion just now in his flashing eyes and contracted brow. There is an impatience of advice, a vehemence of manner that I can hardly deem satisfactory. I do not speak from prejudice, for I think highly of his candour, warmth of heart, and desire to do right; but from all I have seen, I should not venture as yet to place much dependence on his steadiness of character or command of temper.’

      ‘He seems to have been very fond of his grandfather, in spite of his severity. He is but just beginning to brighten up a little.’

      ‘Yes; his disposition is very affectionate—almost a misfortune to one so isolated from family ties. He showed remarkably well at Redclyffe, the other day; boyish of course, and without much self-command, but very amiably. It is very well for him that he is removed from thence, for all the people idolize him to such a degree that they could not fail to spoil him.’

      ‘It would be a great pity if he went wrong.’

      ‘Great, for he has many admirable qualities, but still they are just what persons are too apt to fancy compensation for faults. I never heard that any of his family, except perhaps that unhappy old Hugh, were deficient in frankness and generosity, and therefore these do not satisfy me. Observe, I am not condemning him; I wish to be perfectly just; all I say is, that I do not trust him till I have seen him tried.’

      Laura did not answer, she was disappointed; yet there was a justice and guardedness in what Philip said, that made it impossible to gainsay it, and she was pleased with his confidence. She thought how cool and prudent he was, and how grieved she should be if Guy justified his doubts; and so they walked on in such silence as is perhaps the strongest proof of intimacy. She was the first to speak, led to do so by an expression of sadness about her cousin’s mouth. ‘What are you thinking of, Philip?’

      ‘Of Locksley Hall. There is nonsense, there is affectation in that, Laura, there is scarcely poetry, but there is power, for there is truth.’

      ‘Of Locksley Hall! I thought you were at Stylehurst.’

      ‘So I was, but the one brings the other.’

      ‘I suppose you went to Stylehurst while you were at St. Mildred’s? Did Margaret take you there?’

      ‘Margaret? Not she; СКАЧАТЬ