‘Philip?’ said Charlotte.
‘Why, was it not owing to him? Surely, your father told me so. Did not he let you fall on the stairs?’
‘My dear father!’ exclaimed Charles, laughing; ‘every disaster that happens for the next twelvemonth will be imputed to Philip.’
‘How was it, then?’ said Guy.
‘The fact was this,’ said Charles; ‘it was in the thick of the persecution of you, and I was obliged to let Philip drag me upstairs, because I was in a hurry. He took the opportunity of giving me some impertinent advice which I could not stand. I let go his arm, forgetting what a dependent mortal I am, and down I should assuredly have gone, if he had not caught me, and carried me off, as a fox does a goose, so it was his fault, as one may say, in a moral, though not in a physical sense.’
‘Then,’ said his mother, ‘you do think your illness was owing to that accident?’
‘I suppose the damage was brewing, and that the shake brought it into an active state. There’s a medical opinion for you!’
‘Well, I never knew what you thought of it before,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone.
‘Why, when I had a condor to pick on Guy’s account with Philip, I was not going to pick a crow on my own,’ said Charles. ‘Oh! is luncheon ready; and you all going? I never see anybody now. I want the story of the shipwreck, though, of course, Ben What’s-his-name was the hero, and Sir Guy Morville not a bit of it.’
Laura wanted to walk to East Hill, and the other young people agreed to go thither, too.