Mrs. Edmonstone confessed, with a smile, that perhaps it was so; but said she trusted much to Philip’s knowledge of the world. Guy agreed to this; though still declaring Philip had no right to set him against his uncle, and there the discussion ended.
Guy went to London. Philip thought him very wilful, and his aunt very weak; and Mr. Edmonstone, on coming home, said it could not be helped, and he wished to hear no more about the matter.
CHAPTER 12
Her playful smile, her buoyance wild,
Bespeak the gentle, mirthful child;
But in her forehead’s broad expanse,
Her chastened tones, her thoughtful glance,
Is mingled, with the child’s light glee,
The modest maiden’s dignity.
One summer’s day, two years after the ball and review, Mary Ross and her father were finishing their early dinner, when she said,—
‘If you don’t want me this afternoon, papa, I think I shall walk to Hollywell. You know Eveleen de Courcy is there.’
‘No, I did not. What has brought her?’
‘As Charles expresses it, she has over-polked herself in London, and is sent here for quiet and country air. I want to call on her, and to ask Sir Guy to give me some idea as to the singing the children should practise for the school-feast?’
‘Then you think Sir Guy will come to the feast?’