'Then undoubtedly Sir Guy will brush his to the right.'

'Is there not some horrid story about those Morvilles of Redclyffe?'
asked Charlotte. 'I asked Laura, and she told me not to be curious, so
I knew there was something in it; and then I asked Amy, and she said it
would be no pleasure to me to know.'

'Ah! I would have you prepared.'

'Why, what is it? Oh! dear Charlie! are you really going to tell me?'

'Did you ever hear of a deadly feud?'

'I have read of them in the history of Scotland. They went on hating
and killing each other for ever. There was one man who made his
enemy's children eat out of a pig-trough, and another who cut off his
head.'

'His own?'

'No, his enemy's, and put it on the table, at breakfast, with a piece
of bread in its mouth.'

'Very well; whenever Sir Guy serves up Philip's head at breakfast, with
a piece of bread in his mouth, let me know.'

Charlotte started up. 'Charles, what do you mean? Such things don't
happen now.'