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was for Mr。 Edmonstone's forgiveness。
'You had rather to forgive us！' said she。
'You forget how ill I behaved；' said Guy； colouring。 'If you knew the
madness of those first moments of provocation； you would think that the
penance of a lifetime； instead of only one winter； would scarce have
been sufficient。'
'You would not say； as Charles does； that the suspicion justified your
anger？'
'No； indeed！' He paused； and spoke again。 'Thank Heaven； it did not
last long； but the insight it gave me into the unsubdued evil about me
was a fearful thing。'
'But you conquered it。 They were the unguarded exclamations of the
first shock。 Your whole conduct since； especially the interview with
Philip； has shown that your anger has not been abiding； and that you
have learnt to subdue it。'
'It could not abide； for there was no just cause of offence。 Of course
such a dreadful outburst warned me to be on my guard； and you know the
very sight of Philip is a warning that there is danger in that way！ I
mean；' said Guy； becoming conscious that he had been very severe； 'I
mean that I know of old that I am apt to be worried by his manner； and
that ought to make me doubly cautious。'
Mrs。 Edmonstone was struck by the soberer manner in which he spoke of
his faults。 He was as ready to take full blame； but without the
vehemence which he used to expend in raving at himself instead of at
the offender。 It seemed as if he had brought himself to the tone he
used to desire so earnestly。
'I am very glad to be able to explain all to Philip；' he said。
'I will write as soon as possible。 Oh； Mrs。 Edmonstone！ if you knew
what it is to be brought back to such unhoped…for happiness； to sit
here once more； with you；'his voice trembled； and the tears were in
her eyes；'to have seen _her_； to have all overlooked； and return to
all I hoped last year。 I want to look at you all； to believe that it
is true；' he finished； smiling。
'You both behaved very well this evening；' said she； laughing； because
she could do so better than anything else at that moment。
'You both！' murmured Guy to himself。
'Ah！ little Amy has been very good this winter。'
He answered her with a beautiful expression of his eyes； was silent a
little while； and suddenly exclaimed； in a candid； expostulating tone；
'But now； seriously； don't you think it a very bad thing for her？'
'My dear Guy；' said she； scarcely repressing a disposition to laugh； 'I
told you last summer what I thought of it； and you must settle the rest
with Amy to…morrow。 I hear the drawing…room bell； which is a sign I
must send you to bed。 Good night！'
'Good night！' repeated Guy； as he held her hand。 'It is so long since
I have had any one to wish me good night！ Good night； mamma！'
She pressed his hand； then as he ran down to lend a helping hand in
carrying Charles； she； the tears in her eyes； crossed the passage to
see how it was with her little Amy； and to set her at rest for the
night。 Amy's candle was out； and she was in bed； lying full in the
light of the Easter moon； which poured in glorious whiteness through
her window。 She started up as the door opened。 'Oh； mamma！ how kind
of you to come！'
'I can only stay a moment； my dear； your papa is coming up； but I must
just tell you that I have been having such a nice talk with dear Guy。
He has behaved beautifully； and papa is quite satisfied。 Now； darling；
I hope you will not lie awake all night； or you won't be fit to talk to
him to…morrow。'
Amy sat up in bed； and put her arms round her mother's neck。 'Then he
is happy again；' she whispered。 'I should like to hear all。'
'He shall tell you himself to…morrow； my dear。 Now； good night！ you
have been a very good child。 Now； go to sleep； my dear one。'
Amy lay down obediently。 'Thank you for coming to tell me； dear
mamma；' she said。 'I am very glad； good night。'
She shut her eyes； and there was something in the sweet； obedient；
placid look of her face； as the white moonlight shone upon it； that
made her mother pause and gaze again with the feeling； only tenderer；
left by a beautiful poem。 Amy looked up to see why she delayed； she
gave her another kiss； and left her in the moonlight。
Little Amy's instinct was to believe the best and do as she was bidden；
and there was a quietness and confidence in the tone of her mind which
gave a sort of serenity of its own even to suspense。 A thankful； happy
sensation that all was well； mamma said so； and Guy was there； had
taken possession of her； and she did not agitate herself to know how or
why； for mamma； had told her to put herself to sleep； so she thought of
all the most thanksgiving verses of her store of poetry； and before the
moon had passed away from her window； Amabel Edmonstone was wrapped in
a sleep dreamless and tranquil as an infant's。
CHAPTER 26
Hence； bashful cunning；
And prompt me； plain and holy innocence。
I am your wife if you will marry me。TEMPEST
Amabel awoke to such a sense of relief and repose that she scarcely
liked to ask herself the cause； lest it might ruffle her complete
peace。 Those words 'all right；' seemed to be enough to assure her that
the cloud was gone。
Her mother came in； told her one or two of the main facts； and took her
down under her wing； only stopping by the way for a greeting to
Charles； who could not rise till after breakfast。 He held her fast；
and gazed up in her face； but she coloured so deeply； cast down her
eyes； and looked so meek and submissive； that he let her go； and said
nothing。
The breakfast party were for the most part quiet； silent； and happy。
Even Charlotte was hushed by the subdued feeling of the rest； and Mr。
Edmonstone's hilarity； though replied to in turn by each； failed to
wake them into mirth。 Guy ran up and down…stairs continually； to wait
upon Charles； and thus the conversation was always interrupted as fast
as it began； so that the only fact that came out was the cause of the
lateness of their arrival yesterday。 Mr。 Edmonstone had taken it for
granted that Guy； like Philip； would watch for the right time； and warn
him； while Guy； being excessively impatient； had been so much afraid of
letting himself fidget； as to have suffered the right moment to pass；
and then borne all the blame。
'How you must have wanted to play the Harmonious Blacksmith；' said
Charlotte。
'I caught myself going through the motions twice；' said Guy。
Mrs。 Edmonstone said to herself that he might contest the palm of
temper with Amy even； the difference being； that hers was naturally
sweet； his a hasty one； so governed that the result was the same。 When
breakfast was over； as they were rising； Guy made two steps towards
Amabel； at whom he had hitherto scarcely looked； and said； very low； in
his straightforward way： 'Can I speak to you a little while？'
Amy's face glowed as she moved towards him； and her mother said
something about the drawing…room； where the next moment she found
herself。 She did not use any little restless arts to play with her
embarrassment； she did not torment the flowers or the chimney
ornaments； nor even her own rings； she stood with her hands folded and
her head a little bent down； like a pendant blossom； ready to listen to
whatever might be said to her。
He did not speak at first； but moved uneasily about。 At last he came
nearer； and began speaking fast and nervously。
'Amabel； I want you to consideryou really ought to think whether this
is not a very bad thing for you。'
The drooping head was raised； the downcast lids lifted up； and the blue
eyes fixed on him with a look at once confiding and wondering。 He
proceeded
'I have brought you nothing but unhappiness already。 So far as you
have taken any interest in me； it could cause you only pain； and the
more I think of it； the more unfit it seems that one so formed for
light； and joy； and innocent mirth； should have anything to do with the
darkness that is round me。 Think well of it。 I feel as if I had done
a selfish thing by you； and now； you know； you are not bound。 You are
quite free！ No one knows anything about it； or if they did； the blame
would rest entirely with me。 I would take care it should。 So； Amy；
think； and think well； before you risk your happiness。'
'As to that；' replied Amy； in a soft； low voice； with _such_ a look of
truth in her clear eyes； 'I must care for whatever happens to you； and
I had rather it was with you； than without you；' she said； casting them
down again。
'My Amy！my own！my Verena！'and he held fast one of her hands； as
they sat together on the sofa'I had a feeling that so it might be
through the very worst； yet I can hardly believe it now。'
'Guy；' said Amy； loo