melancholy expression.




CHAPTER 4



A fig for all dactyls, a fig for all spondees,
A fig for all dunces and dominie grandees.--SCOTT


'How glad I am!' exclaimed Guy, entering the drawing-room.

'Wherefore?' inquired Charles.

'I thought I was too late, and I am very glad to find no one arrived,
and Mr. and Mrs. Edmonstone not come down.'

'But where have you been?'

'I lost my way on the top of the down; I fancied some one told me there
was a view of the sea to be had there.'

'And can't you exist without a view of the sea?'

Guy laughed. 'Everything looks so dull--it is as if the view was dead
or imprisoned--walled up by wood and hill, and wanting that living
ripple, heaving and struggling.'