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it to him； telling him to take it to Arnaud； who I knew would
understand it as a signal of distress。'
'Did he？ How long had you to wait？'
'I don't knowit seemed long enough before a most welcome boat
appeared； with some men in it； and Triton in an agony。 They would
never have found me but for him； for my voice was gone； indeed the next
thing I remember was lying on the grass in the park； and Markham
saying； 'Well； sir； if you do wish to throw away your life； let it be
for something better worth saving than Farmer Holt's vicious old ram！'
'In the language of the great Mr。 Toots；' said Charles 'I am afraid
you got very wet。'
'Were you the worse for it？' said Amy。
'Not in the least。 I was so glad to hear it was Holt's！ for you must
know that I had behaved very ill to Farmer Holt。 I had been very angry
at his beating our old hound； for； as he thought； worrying his sheep；
not that Dart ever did； though。
'And was the ram saved？'
'Yes； and next time I saw it； it nearly knocked me down。'
'Would you do it again？' said Philip。
'I don't know。'
'I hope you had a medal from the Humane Society；' said Charles。
'That would have been more proper for Triton。'
'Yours should have been an ovation；' said Charles； cutting the o
absurdly short； and looking at Philip。
Laura saw that the spirit of teasing was strong in Charles this morning
and suspected that he wanted to stir up what he called the deadly feud；
and she hastened to change the conversation by saying； 'You quite
impressed Guy with your translation of Fra Cristoforo。'
'Indeed I must thank you for recommending the book；' said Guy； 'how
beautiful it is！'
'I am glad you entered into it；' said Philip； 'it has every quality
that a fiction ought to have。'
'I never read anything equal to the repentance of the nameless man。'
'Is he your favourite character？' said Philip； looking at him
attentively。
'Oh noof course notthough he is so grand that one thinks most about
him； but no one can be cared about as much as Lucia。'
'Lucia！ She never struck me as more than a well…painted peasant girl；'
said Philip。
'Oh！' cried Guy； indignantly； then； controlling himself； he continued：
'She pretends to no more than she is； but she shows the beauty of
goodness in itself in aawonderful way。 And think of the power of
those words of hers over that gloomy； desperate man。'
'Your sympathy with the Innominato again；' said Philip。 Every subject
seemed to excite Guy to a dangerous extent； as Laura thought； and she
turned to Philip to ask if he would not read to them again。
'I brought this book on purpose；' said Philip。 'I wished to read you a
description of that print from Raffaelleyou know itthe Madonna di
San Sisto？'
'The one you brought to show us？' said Amy； 'with the two little
angels？'
'Yes； here is the description；' and he began to read
'Dwell on the form of the Child； more than human in grandeur； seated on
the arms of the Blessed Virgin as on an august throne。 Note the tokens
of divine grace； His ardent eyes； what a spirit； what a countenance is
His； yet His very resemblance to His mother denotes sufficiently that
He is of us and takes care for us。 Beneath are two figures adoring；
each in their own manner。 On one side is a pontiff； on the other a
virgin each a most sweet and solemn example； the one of aged； the other
of maidenly piety and reverence。 Between； are two winged boys；
evidently presenting a wonderful pattern of childlike piety。 Their
eyes； indeed； are not turned towards the Virgin； but both in face and
gesture； they show how careless of themselves they are in the presence
of God。'
All were struck by the description。 Guy did not speak at first； but
the solemn expression of his face showed how he felt its power and
reverence。 Philip asked if they would like to hear more； and Charles
assented： Amy worked； Laura went on with her perspective； and Guy sat
by her side； making concentric circles with her compasses； or when she
wanted them he tormented her parallel ruler； or cut the pencils； never
letting his fingers rest except at some high or deep passage； or when
some interesting discussion arose。 All were surprised when luncheon
time arrived； Charles held out his hand for the book； it was given with
a slight smile； and he exclaimed' Latin！ I thought you were
translating。 Is it your own property？'
'Yes。'
'Is it very tough？ I would read it； if any one would read it with me。'
'Do you mean me？' said Guy； 'I should like it very much； but you have
seen how little Latin I know。'
'That is the very thing；' said Charles； 'that Ovis of yours was music；
I would have made you a Knight of the Golden Fleece on the spot。
Tutors I could get by shoals； but a fellow…dunce is inestimable。'
'It is a bargain； then；' said Guy； 'if Philip has done with the book
and will lend it to us。'
The luncheon bell rang； and they all adjourned to the dining…room。 Mr。
Edmonstone came in when luncheon was nearly over； rejoicing that his
letters were done； but then he looked disconsolately from the window；
and pitied the weather。 'Nothing for it but billiards。 People might
say it was nonsense to have a billiard…table in such a house； but for
his part he found there was no getting through a wet day without them。
Philip must beat him as usual； and Guy might have one of the young
ladies to make a fourth。'
'Thank you；' said Guy； 'but I don't play。'
'Not playeh？' Well； we will teach you in the spinning of a ball； and
I'll have my little Amy to help me against you and Philip。'
'No； thank you；' repeated Guy； colouring； 'I am under a promise。'
'Ha！ Eh？ What？ Your grandfather？ He could see no harm in such play
as this。 For nothing； you understand。 You did not suppose I meant
anything else？'
'0 no； of course not；' eagerly replied Guy； 'but it is impossible for
me to play； thank you。 I have promised never even to look on at a game
at billiards。'
'Ah； poor man； he had too much reason。' uttered Mr。 Edmonstone to
himself； but catching a warning look from his wife； he became suddenly
silent。 Guy； meanwhile； sat looking lost in sad thoughts； till；
rousing himself； he exclaimed； 'Don't let me prevent you。'
Mr。 Edmonstone needed but little persuasion； and carried Philip off to
the billiard…table in the front hall。
'0； I am so glad！' cried Charlotte； who had； within the last week；
learnt Guy's value as a playfellow。 'Now you will never go to those
stupid billiards； but I shall have you always； every rainy day。 Come
and have a real good game at ball on the stairs。'
She already had hold of his hand； and would have dragged him off at
once； had he not waited to help Charles back to his sofa； and in the
mean time she tried in vain to persuade her more constant playmate；
Amabel； to join the game。 Poor little Amy regretted the being obliged
to refuse； as she listened to the merry sounds and bouncing balls；
sighing more than once at having turned into a grown…up young lady；
while Philip observed to Laura； who was officiating as billiard…marker；
that Guy was still a mere boy。
The fates favoured Amy at last for about half after three； the
billiards were interrupted； and Philip； pronouncing the rain to be
almost over； invited Guy to take a walk； and they set out in a very
gray wet mist； while Charlotte and Amy commenced a vigorous game at
battledore and shuttle…cock。
The gray mist had faded into twilight； and twilight into something like
night； when Charles was crossing the hall； with the aid of Amy's arm；
Charlotte carrying the crutch behind him； and Mrs； Edmonstone helping
Laura with her perspective apparatus； all on their way to dress for
dinner； the door opened and in came the two Morvilles。 Guy； without；
even stopping to take off his great coat； ran at once up…stairs； and
the next moment the door of his room was shut with a bang that shook
the house； and made them all start and look at Philip for explanation。
'Redclyffe temper；' said he； coolly； with a half…smile curling his
short upper lip。
'What have you been doing to him？' said Charles。'
'Nothing。 At least nothing worthy of such ire。 I only entered on the
subject of his Oxford life； and advised him to prepare for it； for his
education has as yet been a mere farce。 He used to go two or three
days in the week to one Potts； a self…educated geniusa sort of
superior writing…master at the Moorworth commercial school。 Of course；
though it is no fault of his； poor fellow； he is hardly up to the fifth
form； and he must make the most of his time； if he is not to be
plucked。 I set all this before him as gently as I could； for I knew
with whom I had to deal； yet you see how it is。'
'What did