in the neighbourhood of poor Gaston. If you will quit one who wishes
you well, take heed to your ways."

Still the discourteous Squire made no reply, and walked off in all
the dignity of ill-humour. The young Knight, who really had a warm
feeling of affection for him, stood looking after him with a sigh,
and then returned to his patient, whom he found in an uneasy sleep.
After a few moments' consideration, he summoned old Guy to take the
part of nurse, and walked to the tent of Sir Richard Ferrars, to ask
his counsel.

The old Knight, who was standing at the door of his tent, examining
into some hurt which his steed had received the day before, kindly
and cordially greeted Eustace on his approach. "I am glad you are
not above taking advice," he said, "as many a youth might be after
such fresh honours."

"I feel but too glad to find some one who will bestow advice on me,"
said Eustace; and he proceeded to explain his difficulties with
regard to Leonard Ashton.

"Let him go! and a good riddance," said Sir Richard; "half your cares
go with him."

"Yet I am unwilling not to attempt to hinder my old comrade from
running to ruin."

"You have quite enough on your own hands already," said the old
Knight; "he would do far more harm in your troop than out of it,
and try your patience every hour."