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Chapter 16
Yet burns the sun on high beyond the cloud;
Each in his southern cave,
The warm winds linger, but to be allowed
One breathing o'er the wave,
One flight across the unquiet sky;
Swift as a vane may turn on high,
The smile of heaven comes on.
So waits the Lord behind the veil,
His light on frenzied cheek, or pale,
To shed when the dark hour is gone.--LYRA INNOCENTIUM
On the afternoon on which Guy expected an answer from Mr. Edmonstone, he walked
with his fellow pupil, Harry Graham, to see if there were any letters from him at Dr.
The servant said Mrs. Henley was at home, and asked them to come in and take their
letters. These were lying on a marble table, in the hall; and while the man looked in the
drawing-room for his mistress, and sent one of the maids up-stairs in quest of her, Guy
hastily took up one, bearing his address, in the well-known hand of Mr. Edmonstone.
Young Graham, who had taken up a newspaper, was startled by Guy's loud, sudden
'Ha! What on earth does this mean?'
And looking up, saw his face of a burning, glowing red, the features almost convulsed,
the large veins in the forehead and temples swollen with the blood that rushed through
them, and if ever his eyes flashed with the dark lightning of Sir Hugh's, it was then.
'Morville! What's the matter?'
'Intolerable!--insulting! Me? What does he mean?' continued Guy, his passion kindling
more and more. 'Proofs? I should like to see them! The man is crazy! I to confess! Ha!' as
he came towards the end, 'I see it,--I see it. It is Philip, is it, that I have to thank.
Meddling coxcomb! I'll make him repent it,' added he, with a grim fierceness of
determination. Slandering me to them! And that,'-- looking at the words with regard to
Amy,--'that passes all. He shall see what it is to insult me!'
'What is it? Your guardian out of humour?' asked his companion.
'My guardian is a mere weak fool. I don't blame him,--he can't help it; but to see him
made a tool of! He twists him round his finger, abuses his weakness to insult--to accuse.
But he shall give me an account!'