brought down
Mr. Shene's portrait. There was proved to be more resemblance than
either of them had at first sight credited. The form of the forehead,
nose, and short upper lip were identical, so were the sharply-defined
black eyebrows, the colour of the eyes; and the way of standing in both
had a curious similarity; but the expression was so entirely different,
that strict comparison alone proved, that Guy's animated, contemplative,
and most winning countenance, was in its original lineaments entirely
the same with that of his ancestor. Although Sir Hugh's was then far
from unprepossessing, and bore as yet no trace of his unholy passions,
it bought to Amabel's mind the shudder with which Guy had mentioned
his likeness to that picture, and seemed to show her the nature he had
tamed.

Philip, meanwhile, after one glance at Mr. Shene's portrait, which he
had not before seen, had turned away, and stood leaning against the
window-frame. When Amy had finished her silent comparison, and was
going to take her treasure back, he looked up, and said, 'Do you dislike
leaving that with me for a few minutes?'

'Keep it as long as you like,' said she, going at once, and she saw him
no more till nearly an hour after; when, as she was coming out of her
own room, he met her, and gave it into her hands, saying nothing except
a smothered 'Thank you;' but his eyelids were so swollen and heavy, that
Charles feared his head was bad again, while Amy was glad to perceive
that he had had the comfort of tears.

Every one was sorry to wish Lady Morville and her brother good-bye, only
consoling themselves with hoping that their sister might be like them;
and as to little Mary, the attention paid to her was so devoted and
universal, that her mamma thought it very well she should receive the
first ardour of it while she was too young to have her head turned.

They again slept a night in London, and in the morning Philip took
Charles for a drive through the places he had heard of, and was much
edified by actually beholding. They were safely at home the same
evening, and on the following, the Hollywell party was once more
complete, gathered round Charles's sofa in a confusion of welcomes and
greetings.

Mrs. Edmonstone could hardly believe her eyes, so much had Charles's
countenance lost its invalid look, and his movements were so much more
active; Amabel, too, though still white and thin, had a life in her eye
and an air of health most unlike h