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stupefied till the world has turned round, and then you may wake me.'

Philip shook hands with Dr. Mayerne, and, without betraying a shade
of annoyance, wished Charles good night; but Charles had drawn the
coverings over his head, and would not hear him.

'Poor fellow!' said Philip to Laura, when they were out of the room. 'He
is a very generous partisan, and excitement and suffering make him carry
his zeal to excess.'

'I knew you could not be angry with him.'

'I could not be angry at this time at far more provocation given by any
one belonging to you, Laura.'

Laura's heart had that sensation which the French call "se serrer", as
she heard him allude to the long separation to which there seemed no
limit; but they could say no more.

'Amy,' said Charles, when she returned to him after dinner, 'I am more
than ever convinced that things will right themselves. I never saw
prejudice more at fault.'

'Did he tell you all about it?'

'I worked out of him all I could, and it is my belief Guy had the best
of it. I only wonder he did not horsewhip Philip round the quadrangle. I
wish he had.'

'Oh, no, no! But he controlled himself?'

'If he had not we should have heard of it fast enough;' and Charles told
what he had been able to gather, while she sat divided between joy and
pain.

Philip saw very little more of Charles. He used to come to ask him how
he was once a day, but never received any encouragement to lengthen his
visit. These gatherings in the diseased joint were always excessively
painful, and were very long in coming to the worst, as well as
afterwards in healing; and through the week of Philip's stay at
Hollywell, Charles was either in a state of great suffering, or else
heavy and confused with opiates. His mother's whole time and thoughts
were absorbed in him; she attended to him day and night, and could
hardly spare a moment for anything else. Indeed, with all her affection
and anxiety for the young lovers, Charles was so entirely her engrossing
object, that her first feeling of disappointment at the failure of
Philip's journey of investigation was because it would grieve Charlie.
She could not think about Guy just then, and for Amy there was nothing
for it but patience; and, good little creature, it was very nice to
see her put her own troubles aside, and be so cheerful a nurse to her
brother. She was almost always in his room, for he liked to have her
there, and she could not conquer a certain