ge, the proposal should be made to Mrs.
Dixon.

It was a way of assisting his relations likely to do real good, and on
the other hand, he would be able, under colour of the payment for the
child, to further Miss Wellwood's schemes, and give her the interest
of the thousand pounds, until his five and twentieth year might put his
property in his own power.

Miss Wellwood readily consented, much pleased with the simplicity and
absence of false shame he showed in the whole transaction, and very
anxious for the good of a child in a class so difficult to reach. He
next went to Mrs. Dixon, expecting more difficulty with her, but he
found none. She thought it better Marianne should live at St. Mildred's
than die in London, and was ready to catch at the prospect of her being
fitted for a governess. Indeed, she was so strongly persuaded that the
rich cousin might make Marianne's fortune, that she would have been very
unwilling to interfere with the fancy he had taken for her.

Little Marianne was divided between fear of leaving mamma and liking
for St. Mildred's, but her first interview with Miss Wellwood, and Miss
Jane's showing her a little white bed, quite turned the scale in their
favour. Before the time came for Guy's return to Oxford, he had seen her
settled, heard her own account of her happy life, and had listened to
Miss Jane Wellwood's delight in her sweet temper and good disposition.

Those thousand pounds; Guy considered again and again whether he could
explain their destination, and whether this would clear him. It seemed
to him only a minor charge, and besides his repugnance to mention such
a design, he saw too many obstacles in his way. Captain Morville and his
sister were the very persons from whom Miss Wellwood's project was to
be kept secret. Besides, what would be gained? It was evident that Guy's
own assertions were doubted, and he could bring no confirmation of them;
he had never spoken of his intention to his tutor, and Mr. Wellwood
could, therefore, say nothing in his favour. If Mr. Edmonstone alone had
been concerned, or if this had been the only accusation, Guy might have
tried to explain it; but with Philip he knew it would be useless, and
therefore would not enter on the subject. He could only wait patiently.

CHAPTER 19

Most delicately, hour by hour,
He canvassed human mysteries,
And stood aloof from other minds.
Himself unto himself he sold,
Upon himself, himsel