Emperor of Morocco, and Philip, mentally pronouncing him sullen, turned
to address himself to Laura.

As soon as the ladies had left the dining-room, Guy roused himself, and
began by saying to his guardian that he was afraid he was very
deficient in classical knowledge; that he found be must work hard
before going to Oxford; and asked whether there was any tutor in the
neighbourhood to whom he could apply.

Mr. Edmonstone opened his eyes, as much amazed as if Guy had asked if
there was any executioner in the neighbourhood who could cut off his
head. Philip was no less surprised, but he held his peace, thinking it
was well Guy bad sense enough to propose it voluntarily, as he would
have suggested it to his uncle as soon as there was an opportunity of
doing so in private. As soon as Mr. Edmonstone had recollected
himself, and pronounced it to be exceedingly proper, &c., they entered
into a discussion on the neighbouring curates, and came at last to a
resolution that Philip should see whether Mr. Lascelles, a curate of
Broadstone, and an old schoolfellow of his own, would read with Guy a
few hours in every week.

After this was settled, Guy looked relieved, though he was not himself
all the evening, and sat in his old corner between the plants and the
window, where he read a grave book, instead of talking, singing, or
finishing his volume of 'Ten Thousand a Year.' Charlotte was all this
time ill at ease. She looked from Guy to Philip, from Philip to Guy;
she shut her mouth as if she was forming some great resolve, then
coloured, and looked confused, rushing into the conversation with
something more mal-apropos than usual, as if on purpose to appear at
her ease. At last, just before her bed-time, when the tea was coming