The Heir of Redclyffe

irit have so

ill strive to

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er room opened into it on one side, and Charles's on the other; it was a sort of up-stairs parlour, where she taught Charlotte, cast up accounts, spoke to servants, and wrote notes, and where Charles was usually to be found, when unequal to coming down-stairs. It had a

ttern, all over pagodas, while little Charlotte sat opposite to him, curled up on a footstool. He was not always very civil to Charlotte; she sometimes came into coll

be here. I wish mamma would let me go d

n, hold up your hands, and exclaim, "Wh

ma and Laura that you should

e you make had better dep

will be too sorrowful to like a racket; and when A

said Charle

k you shall

s, sententiously, 'when I have seen whether

shes his to

Sir Guy will brush

te. 'I asked Laura, and she told me not to be curious, so I knew there was somethi

ld have yo

ear Charlie! are you re

r hear of a

and killing each other for ever. There was one man who made his enemy

s o

the table, at breakfast, with

Philip's head at breakfast, with a pi

rles, what do you mean? Su

dly feud between the two bran

g,' said Charlotte,

Of cours

hing wrong. But how w

ious endeavour to keep the peace,

k anything w

apprehended,' said

ost of observation, leaving her brother delighted at having mystified her. She return

ooked in Sir Guy's

t plague me so! You

And he continued to tease her in the same style till Laura

they cried,

emanlike!'

oking,' said Amy.

xpression,' sa

en left partly open. 'Here is poor Charles,' it said, 'come in, and see him; get over the first introduction-eh, Guy?' And bef

s; but I have brought Guy to see you.' Then, as Charles sat up and shook hands with Sir Guy, he continued-'

s he looked up at the frank, open face, and lustrous hazel eyes turned on him with compassion

y appeared a large beautiful spaniel, with a long silky black and white coat, jetty curled ears, tan spots above his intelligent eyes, and tan legs,

d Charles. 'Come her

at his master, and moved noth

repent of your kindness,' sa

the answer; 'mamma never obj

, papa,' said Lau

ide her glowing face, and held out her hand to the dog, which at last ventured to advance, still creeping wi

t dislike it?' inquire

ere, you fi

curled himself into the shape of a comma, but bounded, wagged his tail, thrust his nose into his master's hand and then proceeded to reconnoitre the rest of the company,

e like of such a dressing-gown? Are you satisfied? Giv

id Laura, and, after a few more compliments, Bustle a

a dozen, miles further than have been lugged in here. Really, if papa chooses to inflict such dressin

said Laura. 'Will m

ot hear,' said Am

Philip?' said Charlotte

ale, and then going to S

her brother; and she looked in d

o you think

orthy of his dog!

are neither worthy of thei

is the foundation of tha

could hardly be too worthy,' said Laura. 'T

uld not lose tha

the former rubbing his hands, as he always did when much pleased, and sending his voice be

er-sized,'

very good height; you can't expect every one to be as tall as Phi

rtly, for he hated answering ki

awing-room, but I thought you would have liked just to se

your intention,' said Charles, 'I wo

g,' said poor Mr. Edmonstone, only half conscious of

out of humour; and seeing, as he did, his mother's motive, he was stil

to them. Every one said the same-clergyman, old Markham, all of them. Such attention to his grandfather, such proper

his eyebrows

on with Philip?

he is quite inclined to look up to him.' Charles made an exaggerated gesture of astonishment, unseen by his father. 'I told him to bring his dog. He would

am very glad y

le. A beautiful chestnut-anything to raise his sp

ost imploring him to like them, and had at last ungraciously given her leave to send what he could not quite say he disliked, he was left to carry o

ed. 'Another swan

you like

an angular

Redclyffe speaks

owever, I could have swallowed everything but the disposition to adore Philip.

ame, Ch

ct and sententious cousin, a poor subaltern, and the next in the entail? Depend upon it, it is a fiction created either by papa's ho

s willing to loo

a friend of his own picking and choosing, and so his father's adoption did not succeed in repelling him. But that Morville should receive this "young man's c

ghtful creature I ever saw, s

the man tha

uld not bear to be called Sir Guy, so papa said we should call him only by his name, if he would do

, those moors to shoot over, his own master, and with health to enjoy it, ther

ith that horri

oneself upon. I rather c

his face, I think you

h of November is enough in the year. Here, fin

s of age, and Philip, just seventeen. The boy was at the head of his school, highly distinguished for application and good conduct; he had attained every honour there open to him, won golden opinions from all concerned with him, and made proof of talents which could not have failed to raise him to the highest university distinctions. He was absent from home

d: 'Noble!' he cried, 'and yet what a p

t he knew we should never have given our consent, so he acted quite by himself, wrote to Lord Thorndale, a

tunity of making such a sacrifice,'

d Mrs. Edmonstone; 'I believe if he had got a fellow

rried, there is all his expensive education throw

ylehurst, so that it would still have been his home. It is a great pit

I had rather take his opinion than any one's, especially about a horse, and there is n

bout Mr. Thorndale

hilip's cap; besides, he is your

Thorndale?' said Mrs. E

,' said Sir Guy; 'but he lives on the other s

s Thorndale, the second

lways licking him!' i

on purpose to have him under Philip's eye. There he is at Broadstone, as gentlemanlike a youth as I would wish to see. We will have him to dinner some day, and Maurice too-eh, mamma? Maurice-he is a young Irish cousin of my own, a capital fellow at the bottom, but a regular thoroughg

on a hired horse, racing with Mr. Gordon, and the horse tu

Mr. Edmonstone, 'the in

scussion of home affairs, and thoug