ly; and
mamma thought it would be good for her to go out more.'

Philip would not let himself sigh, in spite of the oppressing
consciousness of having brought the cloud over her, and of his own
inability to do aught but leave her to endure it in silence and
patience. Alas! for how long! Obliged, meanwhile, to see these young
creatures, placed, by the mere factitious circumstance of wealth, in
possession of happiness which they had not had time either to earn or to
appreciate. He thought it shallow, because of their mirth and gaiety, as
if they were only seeking food for laughter, finding it in mistakes, for
which he was ready to despise them.

Arnaud had brought rather antiquated notions to the renewal of his
office as a courier: his mind had hardly opened to railroads and
steamers, and changes had come over hotels since his time. Guy and
Amabel, both young and healthy, caring little about bad dinners, and
unwilling to tease the old man by complaints, or alterations of his
arrangements, had troubled themselves little about the matter; took
things as they found them, ate dry bread when the cookery was bad,
walked if the road was 'shocking'; went away the sooner, if the inns
were 'intolerable'; made merry over every inconvenience, and turned
it into an excellent story for Charles. They did not even distress
themselves about sights which they had missed seeing.

Philip thought all this very foolish and absurd, showing that they were
unfit to take care of themselves, and that Guy was neglectful of his
wife's comforts: in short, establishing his original opinion of their
youth and folly.

So passed the first evening; perhaps the worst because, besides what he
had heard about Laura, he had been somewhat over-fatigued by various hot
days' walks.

Certain it is, that next morning he was not nearly so much inclined
to be displeased with them for laughing, when, in speaking to Anne, he
inadvertently called her mistress Miss Amabel.

'Never mind,' said Amy, as Anne departed--and he looked disconcerted, as
a precise man always does when catching himself in a mistake--'Anne is
used to it, Guy is always doing it, and puzzles poor Arnaud sorely by
sending him for Miss Amabel's parasol.'

'And the other day,' said Guy, 'when Thorndale's brother, at Munich,
inquired after Lady Morville, I had to consider who she was.'

'Oh! you saw Thorndale's brother, did you?'

'Yes; he was very obliging. Guy had to go to him about our pass