Philip read,--

"SOUTH MOOR, SEPT. 7th.

"MY DEAR MR. EDMONSTONE,--You will be surprised at the request I have to make you, after my resolution not to exceed my allowance. However, this is not for my own expenses, and it will not occur again. I should be much obliged to you to let me have 1OOO, in what manner you please, only I should be glad if it were soon. I am sorry I am not at liberty to tell you what I want it for, but I trust to your kindness. Tell Charlie I will write to him in a day or two, but, between our work, and walking to St. Mildred"s for the letters, which we cannot help doing every day, the time for writing is short. Another month, however, and what a holiday it will be! Tell Amy she ought to be here to see the purple of the hills in the early morning; it almost makes up for having no sea.

The races have been making St. Mildred"s very gay; indeed, we laugh at Wellwood for having brought us here, by way of a quiet place. I never was in the way of so much dissipation in my life.

"Yours very affectionately, "GUY MORVILLE."

"Well, what do you think of it? What would you do in my place--eh, Philip! What can he want of it, eh?" said Mr. Edmonstone, tormenting his riding-whip, and looking up to study his nephew"s face, which, with stern gravity in every feature, was bent over the letter, as if to weigh every line. "Eh, Philip?" repeated Mr. Edmonstone, several times, without obtaining an answer.

"This is no place for discussion," at last said Philip, deliberately returning the letter. "Come into the reading-room. We shall find no one there at this hour. Here we are."

"Well--well--well," began Mr. Edmonstone, fretted by his coolness to the extreme of impatience, "what do you think of it? He can"t be after any mischief; "tis not in the boy; when--when he is all but--Pooh! what am I saying? Well, what do you think?"

"I am afraid it confirms but too strongly a report which I received yesterday."

"From your sister? Does she know anything about it?"

"Yes, from my sister. But I was very unwilling to mention it, because she particularly requests that her name may not be used. I came here to see whether you had heard of Guy lately, so as to judge whether it was needful to speak of it. This convinces me; but I must beg, in the first instance, that you will not mention her, not even to my aunt."

"Well, yes; very well. I promise. Only let me hear."

"Young Harewood has, I fear, led him into bad company. There can now be no doubt that he has been gambling."

Philip was not prepared for the effect of these words. His uncle started up, exclaiming--"Gambling! Impossible! Some confounded slander! I don"t believe one word of it! I won"t hear such things said of him," he repeated, stammering with pa.s.sion, and walking violently about the room.

This did not last long; there was something in the unmoved way in which Philip waited till he had patience to listen, which gradually mastered him; his angry manner subsided, and, sitting down, he continued the argument, in a would-be-composed voice.

"It is utterly impossible! Remember, he thinks himself bound not so much as to touch a billiard cue."

"I could have thought it impossible, but for what I have seen of the way in which promises are eluded by persons too strictly bound," said Philip. "The moral force of principle is the only efficient pledge."

"Principle! I should like to see who has better principles than Guy!"

cried Mr. Edmonstone. "You have said so yourself, fifty times, and your aunt has said so, and Charles. I could as soon suspect myself." He was growing vehement, but again Philip"s imperturbability repressed his violence, and he asked, "Well, what evidence have you? Mind, I am not going to believe it without the strongest. I don"t know that I would believe my own eyes against him."

"It is very sad to find such confidence misplaced," said Philip. "Most sincerely do I wish this could be proved to be a mistake; but this extraordinary request corroborates my sister"s letter too fully."

"Let me hear," said Mr. Edmonstone feebly. Philip produced his letter, without reading the whole of it; for he could not bear the appearance of gossip and prying, and would not expose his sister; so he pieced it out with his own words, and made it sound far less discreditable to her. It was quite enough for Mr. Edmonstone; the accuracy of the details seemed to strike him dumb; and there was a long silence, which he broke by saying, with a deep sigh,--

"Who could have thought it? Poor little Amy!"

"Amy?" exclaimed Philip.

"Why, ay. I did not mean to have said anything of it, I am sure; but they did it among them," said Mr. Edmonstone, growing ashamed, under Philip"s eye, as of a dreadful piece of imprudence. "I was out of the way at the time, but I could not refuse my consent, you know, as things stood then."

"Do you mean to say that Amy is engaged to him?"

"Why, no--not exactly engaged, only on trial, you understand, to see if he will be steady. I was at Broadstone; "twas mamma settled it all.

Poor little thing, she is very much in love with him, I do believe, but there"s an end of everything now."

"It is very fortunate this has been discovered in time," said Philip.

"Instead of pitying her, I should rejoice in her escape."

"Yes," said Mr. Edmonstone, ruefully. "Who could have thought it?"

"I am afraid the mischief is of long standing," proceeded Philip, resolved, since he saw his uncle so grieved, to press him strongly, thinking that to save Amy from such a marriage was an additional motive.

"He could hardly have arrived at losing as much as a thousand pounds, all at once, in this month at St. Mildred"s. Depend upon it, that painful as it may be at present, there is great reason, on her account, to rejoice in the discovery. You say he has never before applied, to you for money?"

"Not a farthing beyond his allowance, except this unlucky thirty pounds, for his additional expense of the tutor and the lodging."

"You remember, however, that he has always seemed short of money, never appeared able to afford himself any little extra expense. You have noticed it, I know. You remember, too, how unsatisfactory his reserve about his proceedings in London has been, and how he has persisted in delaying there, in spite of all warnings. The work, no doubt, began there, under the guidance of his uncle; and now the St. Mildred"s races and Tom Harewood have continued it."

"I wish he had never set foot in the place!"

"Nay; for Amy"s sake, the exposure is an advantage, if not for his own.

The course must have been long since begun; but he contrived to avoid what could lead to inquiry, till he has at length involved himself in some desperate sc.r.a.pe. You see, he especially desires to have the money _soon_, and he never even attempts to say you would approve of the object.

"Yes; he has the grace not to say that."

"Altogether, it is worse than I could have thought possible," said Philip. I could have believed him unstable and thoughtless; but the concealment, and the attempting to gain poor Amy"s affections in the midst of such a course--"

"Ay, ay!" cried Mr. Edmonstone, now fully provoked; "there is the monstrous part. He thought I was going to give up my poor little girl to a gambler, did he? but he shall soon see what I think of him,--riches, Redclyffe, t.i.tle, and all!"

"I knew that would be your feeling."

"Feel! Yes; and he shall feel it, too. So, Sir Guy, you thought you had an old fool of a guardian, did you, whom you could blind as you pleased?

but you shall soon see the difference!"

"Better begin cautiously," suggested Philip. "Remember his unfortunate temper, and write coolly."

"Coolly? You may talk of coolness; but "tis enough to make one"s blood boil to be served in such a way. With the face to be sending her messages in the very same letter! That is a pa.s.s beyond me, to stand coolly to see my daughter so treated."

"I would only give him the opportunity of saying what he can for himself. He may have some explanation."

"I"ll admit of no explanation! Pa.s.sing himself off for steadiness itself; daring to think of my daughter, and all the time going on in this fashion! I hate underhand ways! I"ll have no explanation. He may give up all thoughts of her. I"ll write and tell him so before I"m a day older; nay, before I stir from this room. My little Amy, indeed!"

Philip put no obstacles in the way of this proposal, for he knew that his uncle"s displeasure, though hot at first, was apt to evaporate in exclamations; and he thought it likely that his good nature, his partiality for his ward, his dislike to causing pain to his daughter, and, above all, his wife"s blind confidence in Guy, would, when once at home, so overpower his present indignation as to prevent the salutary strictness which was the only hope of reclaiming Guy. Beside, a letter written under Philip"s inspection was likely to be more guarded, as well as more forcible, than an una.s.sisted composition of his own, as was, indeed, pretty well proved by the commencement of his first attempt.

"My dear Guy,--I am more surprised than I could have expected at your application."

Philip read this aloud, so as to mark its absurdity, and he began again.

"I am greatly astonished, as well as concerned, at your application, which confirms the unpleasant reports--"

"Why say anything of reports?" said Philip. "Reports are nothing. A man is not forced to defend himself from reports."

"Yes,--hum--ha,--the accounts I have received. No. You say there is not to be a word of Mrs. Henley."

"Not a word that can lead her to be suspected."