‘Yes, for my uncle.’
‘Does she say nothing more satisfactory?’ asked his aunt, her anxiety tortured by his composure. ‘Has she learnt no more?’
‘Nothing more of his proceedings. I see Amy knows nothing of the matter?’
‘No; her papa thought there was no need to distress her till we had seen whether he could explain.’
‘Poor little thing!’ said Philip; ‘I am very sorry for her.
Mrs. Edmonstone did not choose to discuss her daughter’s affairs with him, and she turned the conversation to ask if Margaret said much of Guy.
‘She writes to tell the spirit in which he received my uncle’s letter. It is only the Morville temper, again, and, of course, whatever you may think of that on Amy’s account, I should never regard it, as concerns myself, as other than his misfortune. I hope he may be able to explain the rest.’
‘Ah! there comes your uncle!’ and Mr. Edmonstone entered.
‘How d’ye do, Philip? Brought better news, eh?’
‘Here is a letter to speak for itself.’