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Chapter 6
Can piety the discord heal,
Or stanch the death-feud's enmity?--Scott
It must not be supposed that such a history of Guy's mind was expressed by himself, or
understood by Mrs. Edmonstone; but she saw enough to guess at his character, perceive
the sort of guidance he needed, and be doubly interested in him. Much did she wish he
could have such a friend as her brother would have been, and hope that nothing would
prevent a friendship with her nephew.
The present question about the horse was, she thought, unfortunate, since, though Guy
had exercised great self-denial, it was no wonder Philip was annoyed. Mr. Edmonstone's
vexation was soon over. As soon as she had persuaded him that there had been no
offence, he strove to say with a good grace, that it was very proper, and told Guy he
would be a thorough book-worm and tremendous scholar, which Guy took as an excellent
Philip had made up his mind to be forbearing, and to say no more about it. Laura thought
this a pity, as they could thus never come to an understanding; but when she hinted it, he
wore such a dignified air of not being offended, that she was much ashamed of having
tried to direct one so much better able to judge. On his side Guy had no idea the trouble
he had caused; so, after bestowing his thanks in a gay, off- hand way, which Philip
thought the worst feature of the case, he did his best to bring Hecuba back into his mind,
drive the hunters out of it, and appease the much-aggrieved William of Deloraine.
When all William's manoeuvres resulted in his master's not hunting at all, he was
persuaded it was Mr. Edmonstone's fault, compassionated Sir Guy with all his heart, and
could only solace himself by taking Deloraine to exercise where he was most likely to
meet the hounds. He further chose to demonstrate that he was not Mr. Edmonstone's
servant, by disregarding some of his stable regulations; but as soon as this came to his
master's knowledge, a few words were spoken so sharp and stern, that William never
attempted to disobey again.
It seemed as if it was the perception that so much was kept back by a strong force, that
made Guy's least token of displeasure so formidable. A village boy, whom be caught
misusing a poor dog, was found a few minutes after, by Mr. Ross, in a state of terror that
was positively ludicrous, though it did not appear that Sir Guy had said or done much to
alarm him; it was only the light in his eyes, and the strength of repressed indignation in
his short broken words that had made the impression.
It appeared as if the force of his anger might be fearful, if once it broke forth without
control; yet at the same time be had a gentleness and attention, alike to small and great,
which, with his high spirit and good nature, his very sweet voice and pleasant smile,