nephews went to school. He is very clever, I assure you, and very
patient of the hard, wearing life he must have of it there; and oh! so
enjoying a new book, or an afternoon to himself. When I was about
eight or nine, I began with him, riding into Moorworth three times in a
week; and I have gone on ever since. I am sure he has done the best he
could for me; and he made the readings very pleasant by his own
enjoyment. If Philip had known the difficulties that man has struggled
through, and his beautiful temper, persevering in doing his best and
being contented, I am sure he could never have spoken contemptuously of
him.'

'I am sure he would not,' said Mrs. Edmonstone; 'all he meant was, that
a person without a university education cannot tell what the
requirements are to which a man must come up in these days.'

'Ah!' said Guy, laughing, 'how I wished Mr. Potts had been there to
have enjoyed listening to Philip and Mr. Lascelles discussing some new
Lexicon, digging down for roots of words, and quoting passages of
obscure Greek poets at such a rate, that if my eyes had been shut I
could have thought them two withered old students in spectacles and
snuff-coloured coats.'

'Philip was in his element.' said Mrs. Edmonstone, smiling.

'Really,' proceeded Guy, with animation, 'the more I hear and see of
Philip, the more I wonder. What a choice collection of books he has--
so many of them school prizes, and how beautifully bound!'

'Ah! that is one of Philip's peculiar ways. With all his prudence and
his love of books, I believe he would not buy one unless he had a