withdraws
from that dangerous excitement; sometimes when he is alone or wakeful,
tossing in his bed at nights, he may recall the fatal game, and think
how he might have won it--think what a fool he was ever to have
played it at all--but these cogitations Clive kept for himself. He was
magnanimous enough not even to blame Ethel much, and to take her side
against his father, who it must be confessed now exhibited a violent
hostility against that young lady and her belongings. Slow to anger and
utterly beyond deceit himself, when Thomas Newcome was once roused, or
at length believed that he was cheated woe to the offender! From that
day forth, Thomas believed no good of him. Every thought or action of
his enemy's life seemed treason to the worthy Colonel. If Barnes gave
a dinner-party, his uncle was ready to fancy that the banker wanted
to poison somebody; if he made a little speech in the House of Commons
(Barnes did make little speeches in the House of Commons), the Colonel
was sure some infernal conspiracy lay under the villain's words. The
whole of that branch of the Newcomes fared little better at their
kinsman's hands--they were all deceitful, sordid, heartless,
worldly;--Ethel herself no better now than the people who had bred her
up. People hate, as they love, unreasonably. Whether is it the more
mortifying to us, to feel that we are disliked or liked undeservedly?

Clive was not easy until he had the sea between him and his misfortune:
and now Thomas Newcome had the chance of making that tour with his son,
which in early days had been such a favourite project with the good man.
They travelled Rhineland and Switzerland together--they crossed into
Italy--went from Milan to Venice (where Clive saluted the greatest
painting in the world--the glorious 'Assumption' of Titian)--they went
to Trieste and over the beautiful Styrian Alps to Vienna--they beheld
Danube, and the plain where the Turk and Sobieski fought. They travelled
at a prodigious fast pace. They did not speak much to one another. They
were a pattern pair of English travellers: I dare say many persons whom
they met smiled to observe them; and shrugged their shoulders at
the aspect of ces Anglais. They did not know the care in the young
traveller's mind; and the deep tenderness and solicitude of the elder.
Clive wrote to say it was a very pleasant tour, but I think I should not
have liked to join it. Let us dismiss it in this single sentence. Other
gentlemen