'Yes,' said Guy, 'I am to begin to morrow, and go to him every Monday
and Thursday.'

'That is prompt.'

'Ah! I have no time to lose; besides I have been leading too smooth a
life with you. I want something unpleasant to keep me in order.
Something famously horrid,' repeated he, smacking the whip with a
relish, as if he would have applied that if he could have found nothing
else.

'You think you live too smoothly at Hollywell,' said Mrs. Edmonstone,
hardly able, with all her respect for his good impulses, to help
laughing at this strange boy.

'Yes. Happy, thoughtless, vehement; that is what your kindness makes
me. Was it not a proof, that I must needs fly out at such a petty
provocation?'

'I should not have thought it such a very exciting life; certainly not
such as is usually said to lead to thoughtlessness; and we have been
even quieter than usual since you came.'

'Ah, you don't know what stuff I am made of,' said Guy, gravely, though
smiling; 'your own home party is enough to do me harm; it is so
exceedingly pleasant.'

'Pleasant things do not necessarily do harm.'

'Not to you; not to people who are not easily unsettled; but when I go