advice, and I don't think he has been sorry. Maurice has kept much
more out of scrapes of late.'

'0 papa,' exclaimed Charlotte, 'Maurice has been out riding on a hired
horse, racing with Mr. Gordon, and the horse tumbled down at the bottom
of East-hill, and broke its knees.'

'That's the way,' said Mr. Edmonstone, 'the instant my back is turned.'

Thereupon the family fell into a discussion of home affairs, and
thought little more of their silent guest.




CHAPTER 3



The hues of bliss more brightly glow
Chastised by sober tints of woe.--GRAY


'What use shall I make of him?' said Charles to himself, as he studied
Sir Guy Morville, who sat by the table, with a book in his hand.

He had the unformed look of a growing boy, and was so slender as to
appear taller than he really was. He had an air of great activity; and
though he sat leaning back, there was no lounging in his attitude, and
at the first summons he roused up with an air of alert attention that