'It is all failing, and resolving, and failing again!' said Guy.

'Yes, but the failures become slighter and less frequent, and the end
is victory.'

'The end victory!' repeated Guy, in a musing tone, as he stood leaning
against the mantelshelf.

'Yes, to all who persevere and seek for help,' said Mrs Edmonstone; and
he raised his eyes and fixed them on her with an earnest look that
surprised her, for it was almost as if the hope came home to him as
something new. At that moment, however, she was called away, and
directly after a voice in the next room exclaimed, 'Are you there, Guy?
I want an arm!' while he for the first time perceived that Charles's
door was ajar.

Charles thought all this a great fuss about nothing, indeed he was glad
to find there was anyone who had no patience with Philip; and in his
usual mischievous manner, totally reckless of the fearful evil of
interfering with the influence for good which it was to be hoped that
Philip might exert over Guy, he spoke thus: 'I begin to think the world
must be more docile than I have been disposed to give it credit for.
How a certain cousin of ours has escaped numerous delicate hints to
mind his own business is to me one of the wonders of the world.'

'No one better deserves that his advice should be followed,' said Guy,
with some constraint.

'An additional reason against it,' said Charles. 'Plague on that bell!
I meant to have broken through your formalities and had a candid