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the fiery temper； and it was a new sport to try to rouse it； one； too；
which had the greater relish； as it kept the rest of the family on
thorns。
He would argue against his real opinion； talk against his better sense；
take the wrong side； and say much that was very far from his true
sentiments。 Guy could not understand at first； and was quite
confounded at some of the views he espoused； till Laura came to his
help； greatly irritating her brother by hints that he was not in
earnest。 Next time she could speak to Guy alone； she told him he must
not take all Charles said literally。
'I thought he could hardly mean it： but why should he talk so？'
'I can't excuse him； I know it is very wrong； and at the expense of
truth； and it is very disagreeable of himI wish he would not； but he
always does what he likes； and it is one of his amusements； so we must
bear with him； poor fellow。'
From that time Guy seemed to have no trouble in reining in his temper
in arguing with Charles； except once； when the lion was fairly roused
by something that sounded like a sneer about King Charles I。
His whole face changed； his hazel eye gleamed with light like an
eagle's； and he started up； exclaiming
'You did not mean that？'
'Ask Strafford；' answered Charles； coolly； startled； but satisfied to
have found the vulnerable point。
'Ungenerous； unmanly；' said Guy； his voice low； but quivering with
indignation； 'ungenerous to reproach him with what he so bitterly
repented。 Could not his penitence； could not his own blood'but as he
spoke； the gleam of wrath faded； the flush deepened on the cheek； and
he left the room。
'Ha！' soliloquized Charles； 'I've done it！ I could fancy his wrath
something terrific when it was once well up。 I didn't know what was
coming next； but I believe he has got himself pretty well in hand。 It
is playing with edge tools； and now I have been favoured with one flash
of the Morville eye； I'll let him alone； but it _ryled_ me to be
treated as something beneath his anger； like a woman or a child。'
In about ten minutes； Guy came back： 'I am sorry that I was hasty just
now；' said he。
'I did not know you had such personal feelings about King Charles。'
'If you would do me a kindness；' proceeded Guy； 'you would just say you
did not mean it。 I know you do not； but if you would only say so。'
'I am glad you have the wit to see I have too much taste to be a
roundhead。'
'Thank you；' said Guy； 'I hope I shall know your jest from your earnest
another time。 Only if you would oblige me； you would never jest again
about King Charles。'
His brow darkened into a stern； grave expression； so entirely in
earnest； that Charles； though making no answer； could not do otherwise
than feel compliance unavoidable。 Charles had never been so entirely
conquered； yet； strange to say； he was not； as usual； rendered sullen。
At night； when Guy had taken him to his room； he paused and said'You
are sure that you have forgiven me？'
'What！ You have not forgotten that yet？' said Charles。
'Of course not。'
'I am sorry you bear so much malice；' said Charles； smiling。
'What are you imagining？' cried Guy。 'It was my own part I was
remembering； as I must； you know。'
Charles did not choose to betray that he did not see the necessity。
'I thought King Charles's wrongs were rankling。 I only spoke as taking
liberties with a friend。'
'Yes；' said Guy； thoughtfully； 'it may be foolish； but I do not feel as
if one could do so with King Charles。 He is too near home； he suffered
to much from scoffs and railings； his heart was too tender； his
repentance too deep for his friends to add one word even in jest to the
heap of reproach。 How one would have loved him！' proceeded Guy；
wrapped up in his own thoughts；'loved him for the gentleness so
little accordant with the rude times and the part he had to actserved
him with half like a knight's devotion to his lady…love； half like
devotion to a saint； as Montrose did
'Great； good； and just； could I but rate
My grief； and thy too rigid fate；
I'd weep the world in such a strain；
As it should deluge once again。'
'And； oh！' cried he； with sudden vehemence； 'how one would have fought
for him！'
'You would！' said Charles。 'I should like to see you and Deloraine
charging at the head of Prince Rupert's troopers。'
'I beg your pardon；' said Guy； suddenly recalled； and colouring deeply；
'I believe I forgot where I was； and have treated you to one of my old
dreams in my boatings at home。 You may quiz me as much as you please
tomorrow。 Good night'
'It was a rhapsody！' thought Charles； 'yes it was。 I wonder I don't
laugh at it； but I was naturally carried along。 Fancy that！ He did it
so naturally； in fact； it was all from the bottom of his heart； and I
could not quiz himno； no more than Montrose himself。 He is a strange
article！ But he keeps one awake； which is more than most people do！'
Guy was indeed likely to keep every one awake just then； for Mr。
Edmonstone was going to take him out hunting for the first time； and he
was half wild about it。 The day came； and half an hour before Mr。
Edmonstone was ready； Guy was walking about the hall； checking many an
incipient whistle； and telling every one that he was beforehand with
the world； for he had read one extra hour yesterday； and had got
through the others before breakfast。 Laura thought it very true that；
as Philip said； he was only a boy； and moralized to Charlotte on his
being the same age as herselfvery nearly eighteen。 Mrs。 Edmonstone
told Charles it was a treat to see any one so happy； and when he began
to chafe at the delay； did her best to beguile the time； but without
much success。 Guy had ever learned to wait patiently； and had a custom
of marching up and down； and listening with his head thrown back； or；
as Charles used to call it； 'prancing in the hall。'
If Mrs。 Edmonstone's patience was tried by the preparation for the hunt
in the morning； it was no less her lot to hear of it in the evening。
Guy came home in the highest spirits； pouring out his delight to every
one； with animation and power of description giving all he said a
charm。 The pleasure did not lose by repetition； he was more engrossed
by it every time； and no one could be more pleased with his ardour than
Mr。 Edmonstone； who； proud of him and his riding； gave a sigh to past
hopes of poor Charles； and promoted the hunting with far more glee that
he had promoted the reading。
The Redclyffe groom； William； whose surname of Robinson was entirely
forgotten in the appellation of William of Deloraine； was as proud of
Sir Guy as Mr。 Edmonstone could be； but made representations to his
master that he must not hunt Deloraine two days