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of the Morville eye； I'll let him alone； but it _ryled_ me to be
treated as something beneath his anger； like a woman or a child。'
In about ten minutes； Guy came back： 'I am sorry that I was hasty just
now；' said he。
'I did not know you had such personal feelings about King Charles。'
'If you would do me a kindness；' proceeded Guy； 'you would just say you
did not mean it。 I know you do not； but if you would only say so。'
'I am glad you have the wit to see I have too much taste to be a
roundhead。'
'Thank you；' said Guy； 'I hope I shall know your jest from your earnest
another time。 Only if you would oblige me； you would never jest again
about King Charles。'
His brow darkened into a stern； grave expression； so entirely in
earnest； that Charles； though making no answer； could not do otherwise
than feel compliance unavoidable。 Charles had never been so entirely
conquered； yet； strange to say； he was not； as usual； rendered sullen。
At night； when Guy had taken him to his room； he paused and said'You
are sure that you have forgiven me？'
'What！ You have not forgotten that yet？' said Charles。
'Of course not。'
'I am sorry you bear so much malice；' said Charles； smiling。
'What are you imagining？' cried Guy。 'It was my own part I was
remembering； as I must； you know。'
Charles did not choose to betray that he did not see the necessity。
'I thought King Charles's wrongs were rankling。 I only spoke as taking
liberties with a friend。'
'Yes；' said Guy； thoughtfully； 'it may be foolish； but I do not feel as
if one could do so with King Charles。 He is too near home； he suffered
to much from scoffs and railings； his heart was too tender； his
repentance too deep for his friends to add one word even in jest to the
heap of reproach。 How one would have loved him！' proceeded Guy；
wrapped up in his own thoughts；'loved him for the gentleness so
little accordant with the rude times and the part he had to actserved
him with half like a knight's devotion to his lady…love； half like
devotion to a saint； as Montrose did
'Great； good； and just； could I but rate
My grief； and thy too rigid fate；
I'd weep the world in such a strain；
As it should deluge once again。'
'And； oh！' cried he； with sudden vehemence； 'how one would have fought
for him！'
'You would！' said Charles。 'I should like to see you and Deloraine
charging at the head of Prince Rupert's troopers。'
'I beg your pardon；' said Guy； suddenly recalled； and colouring deeply；
'I believe I forgot where I was； and have treated you to one of my old
dreams in my boatings at home。 You may quiz me as much as you please
tomorrow。 Good night'
'It was a rhapsody！' thought Charles； 'yes it was。 I wonder I don't
laugh at it； but I was naturally carried along。 Fancy that！ He did it
so naturally； in fact； it was all from the bottom of his heart； and I
could not quiz himno； no more than Montrose himself。 He is a strange
article！ But he keeps one awake； which is more than most people do！'
Guy was indeed likely to keep every one awake just then； for Mr。
Edmonstone was going to take him out hunting for the first time； and he
was half wild about it。 The day came； and half an hour before Mr。
Edmonstone was ready； Guy was walking about the hall； checking many an
incipient whistle； and telling every one that he was beforehand with
the world； for he had read one extra hour yesterday； and had got
through the others before breakfast。 Laura thought it very true that；
as Philip said； he was only a boy； and moralized to Charlotte on his
being the same age as herselfvery nearly eighteen。 Mrs。 Edmonstone
told Charles it was a treat to see any one so happy； and when he began
to chafe at the delay； did her best to beguile the time； but without
much success。 Guy had ever learned to wait patiently； and had a custom
of marching up and down； and listening with his head thrown back； or；
as Charles used to call it； 'prancing in the hall。'
If Mrs。 Edmonstone's patience was tried by the preparation for the hunt
in the morning； it was no less her lot to hear of it in the evening。
Guy came home in the highest spirits； pouring out his delight to every
one； with animation and power of description giving all he said a
charm。 The pleasure did not lose by repetition； he was more engrossed
by it every time； and no one could be more pleased with his ardour than
Mr。 Edmonstone； who； proud of him and his riding； gave a sigh to past
hopes of poor Charles； and promoted the hunting with far more glee that
he had promoted the reading。
The Redclyffe groom； William； whose surname of Robinson was entirely
forgotten in the appellation of William of Deloraine； was as proud of
Sir Guy as Mr。 Edmonstone could be； but made representations to his
master that he must not hunt Deloraine two days in the week； and ride
him to Broadstone two more。 Guy then walked to Broadstone； but William
was no better pleased； for he thought the credit of Redclyffe
compromised； and punished him by reporting Deloraine not fit to be used
next hunting day。 Mr。 Edmonstone perceived that Guy ought to have
another hunter； Philip heard of one for sale； and after due inspection
all admiredeven William； who had begun by remarking that there might
be so many screw…looses about a horse； that a man did not know what to
be at with them。
Philip； who was conducting the negotiation； came to dine at Hollywell
to settle the particulars。 Guy was in a most eager state； and they and
Mr。 Edmonstone talked so long about horses； that they sent Charles to
sleep； his mother began to read； and the two elder girls fell into a
low； mysterious confabulation of their own till they were startled by a
question from Philip as to what could engross them so deeply。
'It was；' said Laura； 'a banshee story in Eveleen de Courcy's last
letter。'
'I never like telling ghost stories to people who don't believe in
them；' half whispered Amabel to her sister。
'Do you believe them？' asked Philip； looking full at her。
'Now I won't have little Amy asked the sort of question she most
dislikes；' interposed Laura； 'I had rather ask if you laugh at us for
thinking many ghost stories inexplicable？'
'Certainly not。'
'The universal belief could hardly be kept up without some grounds；'
said Guy。
'That would apply as well to fairies；' said Philip。
'Every one has an unexplained ghost story；' said Amy。
'Yes；' said Philip； 'but I would give something to meet any one whose
ghost story did not rest on the testimony of a friend's cousin's
cousin； a very strong…minded person。'
'I can't imagine how a person who has seen a ghost could ever speak of
it；' said Amy。
'Did you not tell us a story of pixies at Redclyffe？' said Laura。
'O yes； the people there believe in them firmly。 Jonas Ledbury heard
them laughing one night when he could not get the gate open；' said Guy。
'Ah！ You are the authority for ghosts；' said Philip。
'I forgot that；' said Laura： 'I wonder we never asked you about your
Redclyffe ghost。'
'You look as if you had seen it yourself；' said Philip。
'You have not？' exclaimed Amy； almost frightened。
'Come； let us have the whole story；' said Philip。 'Was it your own
reflection in the glass？ was it old sir Hugh？ or was it the murderer of
Becket？ Come； the ladies are both ready to scream at the right moment。
Never mind about giving him a cocked…hat； for with whom may you take a
liberty； if not with an ancestral ghost of your own？'
Amy could not think how Philip could have gone on all this time；
perhaps it was because he was not watching how Guy's colour varied； how
he bit his lip； and at last his eyes seemed to grow dark in the middle；
and to sparkle with fire； as with a low； deep tone； like distant
thunder； conveying a tremendous force of suppressed passion； he
exclaimed； 'Beware of trifling' then breaking off hastened out of the
room。
'What's the matter？' asked Mr。 Edmonstone； startled from his nap； and
his wife looked up anxiously； but returned to her book； as her nephew
replied； 'Nothing。'
'How could you Philip？' said Laura。
'I really believe he has seen it！' said Amy； in a startled whisper。
'He has felt it； Amythe Morville spirit；' said Philip。
'It is a great pity you spoke of putting a cocked hat to it；' said
Laura； 'he must have suspected us of telling you what happened about
Mrs。 Brownlow。'
'And are you going to do it now？' said her sister in a tone of
remonstrance。
'I think Philip should hear it！' said Laura； and she proceeded to
relate the story。 She was glad to see that her cousin was struck with
it； he admired this care to maintain st