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sympathy。
'You must let me congratulate you now on this unexpected dawn of hope；
after your long trial； my dear brother。 It is a sort of unconscious
encouragement you could hardly hope for。'
'I did not know you knew anything of it；' said Philip。
'Ah！ my dear brother； you betrayed yourself。 You need not be
disconcerted； only a sister could see the real cause of your want of
spirits。 Your manner at each mention of her； your anxiety； coupled
with your resolute avoidance of her'
'Of whom？ Do you know what you are talking of； sister！' said Philip；
sternly。
'Of Amabel； of course。'
Philip rose； perfectly awful in his height and indignation。
'Sister！' he saidpaused； and began again。 'I have been attached to
Laura Edmonstone for years past； and Lady Morville knows it。'
'To Laura！' cried Mrs。 Henley； in amaze。 'Are you engaged？' and； as he
was hardly prepared to answer； she continued； 'If you have not gone too
far to recede； only consider before you take any rash step。 You come
into this property without ready money； you will find endless claims；
and if you marry at once； and without fortune； you will never be clear
from difficulties。'
'I have considered；' he replied； with cold loftiness that would have
silenced any one； not of the same determined mould。
'You are positively committed； then！' she said； much vexed。 'Oh；
Philip！ I did not think you would have married for mere beauty。'
'I can hear no more discussion on this point；' answered Philip； in the
serious； calm tone that showed so much power over himself and every one
else。
It put Margaret to silence； though she was excessively disappointed to
find him thus involved just at his outset； when he might have married
so much more advantageously。 She was sorry； too； that she had shown
her opinion so plainly； since it was to be； and hurt his feelings just
as he seemed to be thawing。 She would fain have learned more； but he
was completely shut up within himself； and never opened again to her。
She had never before so grated on every delicate feeling in his mind；
and he only remained at her house because in his present state of
health； he hardly knew where to bestow himself till it was time for him
to go to Hollywell。
He went to call on Miss Wellwood； to whom his name was no slight
recommendation； and she met him eagerly； asking after Lady Morville；
who； she said； had twice written to her most kindly about little
Marianne。
It was a very pleasant visit； and a great relief。 He looked at the
plans； heard the fresh arrangements； admired； was interested； and took
pleasure in having something to tell Amabel。 He asked for Marianne；
and heard that she was one of the best of childrenamiable； well…
disposed； only almost too sensitive。 Miss Wellwood said it was
remarkable how deep an impression Sir Guy had made upon her； and how
affectionately she remembered his kindness； and her distress at hearing
of his death had been far beyond what such a child could have been
supposed to feel； both in violence and in duration。
Philip asked to see her； knowing it would please Amabel； and in she
camea long； thin； nine…year…old child； just grown into the
encumbering shyness； that is by no means one of the graces of 〃la
vieillesse de l'enfance〃。
He wished to be kind and encouraging； but melancholy； added to his
natural stateliness； made him very formidable； and poor Marianne was
capable of nothing beyond 'yes' or 'no。'
He told her he was going to see Lady Morville and her little girl；
whereat she eagerly raised her eyes； then shrank in affright at
anything so tall； and so unlike Sir Guy。 He said the baby was to be
christened next Sunday； and Miss Wellwood helped him out by asking the
name。
'Mary；' he said； for he was by no means inclined to explain the Verena；
though he knew not half what it conveyed to Amabel。
Lastly； he asked if Marianne had any message； when she hung down her
head； and whispered to Miss Wellwood； what proved to be 'My love to
dear little cousin Mary。'
He promised to deliver it； and departed； wishing he could more easily
unbend。
CHAPTER 40
Blest； though every tear that falls
Doth in its silence of past sorrow tell；
And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell。WORDSWORTH
On Saturday afternoon； about half…past five； Philip Morville found
himself driving up to the well…known front door of Hollywell。 At the
door he heard that every one was out excepting Lady Morville； who never
came down till the evening； save for a drive in the carriage。
He entered the drawing…room； and gazed on the scene where he had spent
so many happy hours； only darkened by that one evil spot； that had
grown till it not only poisoned his own mind； but cast a gloom over
that bright home。
All was as usual。 Charles's sofa； little table； books； and inkstand；
the work…boxes on the table； the newspaper in Mr。 Edmonstone's old
folds。 Only the piano was closed； and an accumulation of books on the
hinge told how long it had been so； and the plants in the bay window
were brown and dry； not as when they were Amabel's cherished nurslings。
He remembered Amabel's laughing face and abundant curls； when she
carried in the camellia； and thought how little he guessed then that he
should be the destroyer of the happiness of her young life。 How should
he meet hera widow in her father's houseor look at her fatherless
child？ He wondered how he had borne to come thither at all； and shrank
at the thought that this very evening； in a few hours； he must see her。
The outer door opened； there was a soft step； and Amabel stood before
him； pale； quiet； and with a smile of welcome。 Her bands of hair
looked glossy under her widow's cap； and the deep black of her dress
was relieved by the white robes of the babe that lay on her arm。 She
held out her hand； and he pressed it in silence。
'I thought you would like just to see baby；' said she； in a voice
something like apology。
He held out his arms to take it； for which Amy was by no means
prepared。 She was not quite happy even in trusting it in her sister's
arms； and she supposed he had never before touched an infant。 But that
was all nonsense； and she would not vex him with showing any
reluctance； so she laid the little one on his arm； and saw his great
hand holding it most carefully； but the next moment he turned abruptly
from her。 Poor silly little Amy； her heart beat not a little till he
turned back； restored the babe； and while he walked hastily to the
window； she saw that two large tear…drops had fallen on the white folds
of its mantle。 She did not speak； she guessed how much he must feel in
thus holding Guy's child； and； besides； her own tears would now flow so
easily that she must be on her guard。 She sat down； settled the little
on