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will not do, I will not again make what you call assertions.'

'In fact, while you profess a desire to be open and sincere, a mystery
appears at every turn. What would you have us do?'

'As you think fit,' he answered proudly.

Philip had been used to feel men's wills and characters bend and give
way beneath his superior force of mind. They might, like Charles, chafe
and rage, but his calmness always gave him the ascendant almost without
exertion, and few people had ever come into contact with him without a
certain submission of will or opinion. With Guy alone it was not so;
he had been sensible of it once or twice before; he had no mastery, and
could no more bend that spirit than a bar of steel. This he could not
bear, for it obliged him to be continually making efforts to preserve
his own sense of superiority.

'Since this is your ultimatum,' he said--'since you deny your
confidence, and refuse any reply to these charges, you have no right to
complain of suspicion. I shall do my best, both as your true friend, and
as acting with your guardian's authority, to discover all that may lead
to the elucidation of the mystery. In the first place, I am desired to
make every inquiry here as to your conduct and expenditure. I hope they
will prove satisfactory.'

'I am very much obliged to you,' answered Guy, his voice stern and
dignified, and the smile that curled his lip was like Philip's own.

Philip was positively annoyed, and desirous to say something to put him
down, but he had not committed himself by any vehemence, and Philip
was too cool and wise to compromise his own dignity, so he rose to go,
saying, 'Good night! I am sorry I cannot induce you to act in the only
way that can right you.'

'Good night!' replied Guy, in the same dignified manner in which he had
spoken ever since his passion had been surmounted.

They parted, each feeling that matters were just where they were before.
Philip went back to his inn, moralizing on the pride and perverseness
which made it impossible to make any impression on a Redclyffe Morville,
whom not even the fear of detection could lead to submission.

Next morning, while Philip was hastily breakfasting, the door opened,
and Guy entered, pale and disturbed, as if he had been awake all night.

'Philip!' said he, in his frank, natural voice, 'I don't think we parted
last night as your good intentions deserved.'

'O, ho!' thought Philip; 'the fear of an investigation has brough