laying a particular stress on the word 'family party,' and looking at
his aunt.

At that moment the butler came in, saying, 'Sir Guy's servant is come,
and has brought the horse, sir.'

'Deloraine come!' cried Guy, springing up. 'Where?'

'At the door, sir.'

Guy darted out, Mr. Edmonstone following. In another instant, however,
Guy put his head into the room again. 'Mrs. Edmonstone, won't you come
and see him? Philip, you have not seen Deloraine.'

Off he rushed, and the others were just in time to see the cordial look
of honest gladness with which William, the groom, received his young
master's greeting, and the delighted recognition between Guy, Bustle,
and Deloraine. Guy had no attention for anything else till he had
heard how they had prospered on the journey; and then he turned to
claim his friend's admiration for the beautiful chestnut, his
grandfather's birthday present. The ladies admired with earnestness
that compensated for want of knowledge, the gentlemen with greater
science and discrimination; indeed, Philip, as a connoisseur, could not
but, for the sake of his own reputation, discover something to
criticise. Guy's brows drew together again, and his eyes glanced as if
he was much inclined to resent the remarks, as attacks at once on
Deloraine and on his grandfather; but he said nothing, and presently
went to the stable with Mr. Edmonstone, to see about the horse's
accommodations. Philip stood in the hall with the ladies.