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BOOKII。 ARNSTEAD。 Theearthhathbubblesasthewaterhas。 MACBETH——I。3 CHAPTERI。 ANEWHOME。 Awiseman\'shomeiswhereso\'erhe\'swise。 JOHNMARSTON——Antonio\'sRevenge。 HughlefttheNorthdeadinthearmsofgreywinter，andfoundhisnewabodealreadyaliveinthebreathofthewestwind。Ashewalkeduptheavenuetothehouse，hefeltthatthebudswerebreakingallabout，though，thenightbeingdarkandcloudy，thegreenshadowsofthecomingspringwereinvisible。 Hewasreceivedatthehall-door，andshowntohisroom，byanold，apparentlyconfidential，andcertainlyimportantbutler；whoseimportance，however，wasinoffensive，asfounded，toallappearance，onasenseoffamilyandnotofpersonaldignity。Refreshmentwasthenbroughthim，withthemessagethat，asitwaslate，Mr。Arnoldwoulddeferthepleasureofmeetinghimtillthemorningatbreakfast。 Lefttohimself，Hughbegantolookaroundhim。EverythingsuggestedacontrastbetweenhispresentpositionandthatwhichhehadfirstoccupiedaboutthesametimeoftheyearatTurriepuffit。 Hewasinanoldhandsomeroomofdarkwainscot，furnishedlikealibrary，withbook-casesaboutthewalls。Oneofthem，withglassdoors，hadanancientescritoireunderneath，whichwasopen，andevidentlyleftemptyforhisuse。Afirewasburningcheerfullyinanoldhighgrate；butitslight，thoughassistedbythatoftwowaxcandlesonthetable，failedtoshowtheoutlinesoftheroom，itwassolargeanddark。Theceilingwasratherlowinproportion，andahugebeamcrossedit。Atoneend，anopendoorrevealedaroombeyond，likewiselightedwithfireandcandles。Entering，hefoundthistobeanequallyold-fashionedbedroom，towhichhisluggagehadbeenalreadyconveyed。 “Asfarascreaturecomfortsgo，“thoughtHugh，“Ihavefallenonmyfeet。“Herangthebell，hadthetrayremoved，andthenproceededtoexaminethebook-cases。Hefoundthemtocontainmuchoftheliteraturewithwhichhewasmostdesirousofmakinganacquaintance。Afewbooksofthedaywereinterspersed。Thesenseofhavinggoodcompanionsintheauthorsaroundhim，addedgreatlytohisfeelingofcomfort；andheretiredforthenightfilledwithpleasantanticipationsofhissojournatArnstead。Allthenight，however，hisdreamswereofwindandsnow，andMargaretoutinthemalone。Janetwaswaitinginthecottageforhimtobringherhome。 Hehadfoundher，butcouldnotmoveher；forthespiritofthestormhadfrozenhertoice，andshewasheavyasamarblestatue。 Whenheawoke，theshadowsofboughsandbuddingtwigswerewavinginchangefulnetwork-tracery，acrossthebrightsunshineonhiswindow-curtains。Beforehewascalledhewasreadytogodown；andtoamusehimselftillbreakfast-time，heproceededtomakeanothersurveyofthebooks。Heconcludedthatthesemustbeacolonyfromthemother-library；andalsothattheroommust，notwithstanding，beintendedforhisespecialoccupation，seeinghisbedroomopenedoutofit。Next，helookedfromallthewindows，todiscoverintowhatkindofafurrowonthefaceoftheoldearthhehadfallen。Allhecouldseewastreesandtrees。Butoh！howdifferentfromthesombre，dark，changelessfir-woodatTurriepuffit！whosetreeslookedsmallandshrunkeninhismemory，besidethisgloryofboughs，breakingoutintotheirprophecyofaninfinitegreeneryathand。Hisroomsseemedtooccupytheendofasmallwingatthebackofthehouse，aswellashecouldjudge。Hissitting-roomwindowslookedacrossasmallspacetoanotherwing；andthewindowsofhisbedroom，whichwereatright-anglestothoseoftheformer，lookedfullintowhatseemedanorderedancientforestofgracioustreesofallkinds，comingalmostclosetotheverywindows。Theywerethetreeswhichhadbeenthrowingtheirshadowsonthesewindowsfortwoorthreehoursofthesilentspringsunlight，atoncesoliquidandsodazzling。Thenheresolvedtotesthisfacultyfordiscovery，byseeingwhetherhecouldfindhiswaytothebreakfast-roomwithoutaguide。Inthishewouldhavesucceededwithoutmuchdifficulty，foritopenedfromthemain-entrancehall，towhichthehugesquare-turnedoakstaircase，bywhichhehadascended，led；haditnotbeenforthesomewhatintricatenatureofthepassagesleadingfromthewinginwhichhisroomswere(evidentlyanolderandmoreretiredportionofthehouse)tothemainstaircaseitself。Afteropeningmanydoorsandfindingnothoroughfare，hebecameconvincedthat，inplaceoffindingawayon，hehadlostthewayback。Atlengthhecametoasmallstair，whichledhimdowntoasingledoor。Thisheopened，andstraightwayfoundhimselfinthelibrary，along，low，silent-lookingroom，everyfootofthewallsofwhichwasoccupiedwithbooksinvariedandrichbindings。Thelozenge-panedwindows，withthickstonemullions，weremuchovergrownwithivy，throwingacoolgreenshadowinessintotheroom。Oneofthem，however，hadbeenalteredtoamoremoderntaste，andopenedwithfolding-doorsuponafewsteps，descendingintoanold-fashioned，terracedgarden。 Toapproachthiswindowhehadtopassatable，lyingonwhichhesawapaperwithversesonit，evidentlyinawoman\'shand，andapparentlyjustwritten，fortheinkofthecorrectivescoresstillglittered。Justashereachedthewindow，whichstoodopen，aladyhadalmostgaineditfromtheotherside，comingupthestepsfromthegarden。Shegaveaslightstartwhenshesawhim，lookedaway，andasinstantlyglancedtowardshimagain。Thenapproachinghimthroughthewindow，forhehadretreatedtoallowhertoenter，shebowedwithakindofstudiedease，andaslightshadeofsomethingFrenchinhermanner。Hervoicewasverypleasing，almostbewitching；yethad，atthesametime，somethingassumed，ifnotaffected，inthetone。Allthiswasdiscoverable，orratherspirituallypalpable，inthetwowordsshesaid——merely，“Mr。 Sutherland？”interrogatively。Hughbowed，andsaid： “Iamverygladyouhavefoundme，forIhadquitelostmyself。I doubtwhetherIshouldeverhavereachedthebreakfast-room。“ “Comethisway，“sherejoined。 Astheypassedthetableonwhichtheverseslay，shestoppedandslippedthemintoawriting-case。Leadinghimthroughasuccessionofhandsome，evidentlymodernpassages，shebroughthimacrossthemainhalltothebreakfast-room，whichlookedintheoppositedirectiontothelibrary，namely，tothefrontofthehouse。Sherangthebell；theurnwasbroughtin；andsheproceededatoncetomakethetea；whichshedidwell，risinginHugh\'sestimationthereby。Beforehehadtime，however，tomakehisprivateremarksonherexterior，orhisconjecturesonherpositioninthefamily，Mr。Arnoldenteredtheroom，withaslow，somewhatdignifiedstep，andadulloutlookofgreyeyesfromagreyheadwell-balancedonatall，ratherslenderframe。Theladyrose，and，addressinghimasuncle，badehimgoodmorning；agreetingwhichhereturnedcordially，withakissonherforehead。ThenaccostingHugh，withamannerwhichseemedthemorepoliteandcoldafterthetoneinwhichhehadspokentohisniece，hebadehimwelcometoArnstead。 “Itrustyouwereproperlyattendedtolastnight，Mr。Sutherland？ Yourpupilwantedverymuchtosituptillyouarrived，butheisaltogethertoodelicate，Iamsorrytosay，forlatehours，thoughhehasanunfortunatepreferenceforthemhimself。Jacob，“(tothemaninwaiting)，“isnotMasterHarryupyet？” MasterHarry\'sentranceatthatmomentrenderedreplyunnecessary。 “Goodmorning，Euphra，“hesaidtothelady，andkissedheronthecheek。 “Goodmorning，dear，“wasthereply，accompaniedbyapretenceofreturningthekiss。Butshesmiledwithakindofconfectionarysweetnessonhim；and，droppinganadditionallumpofsugarintohisteaatthesamemoment，placeditforhimbesideherself；whilehewentandshookhandswithhisfather，andthenglancingshylyupatHughfromapairoflargedarkeyes，puthishandinhis，andsmiled，revealingteethofapearlywhiteness。Thelips，however，didnotcontrastthemsufficiently，beingpaleandthin，withindicationofsufferingintheirtremulouslines。Takinghisplaceattable，hetrifledwithhisbreakfast；andaftermakingpretenceofeatingforawhile，askedEuphraifhemightgo。Shegivinghimleave，hehastenedaway。 Mr。ArnoldtookadvantageofhisretreattoexplaintoHughwhatheexpectedofhimwithregardtotheboy。 “HowoldwouldyoutakeHarrytobe，Mr。Sutherland？” “Ishouldsayabouttwelvefromhissize，“repliedHugh；“butfromhisevidentbadhealth，andintelligentexpression——“ “Ah！youperceivethestateheisin，“interruptedMr。Arnold，withsomesadnessinhisvoice。“Youareright；heisnearlyfifteen。Hehasnotgrownhalf-an-inchinthelasttwelvemonths。“ “Perhapsthatisbetterthangrowingtoofast，“saidHugh。 “Perhaps——perhaps；wewillhopeso。ButIcannothelpbeinguneasyabouthim。Hereadstoomuch，andIhavenotyetbeenabletohelpit；forheseemsmiserable，andwithoutanyobjectinlife，ifI compelhimtoleavehisbooks。“ “Perhapswecanmanagetogetoverthatinalittlewhile。“ “Besides，“Mr。Arnoldwenton，payingnoattentiontowhatHughsaid，“Icangethimtotakenoexercise。Hedoesnotevencareforriding。Iboughthimasecondponyamonthago，andhehasnotbeentwiceonitsbackyet。“ Hughcouldnothelpthinkingthattoincreasethesupplywasnotalwaysthebestmodeofincreasingthedemand；andthatonewhowouldnotridethefirstpony，wouldhardlybelikelytoridethesecond。Mr。Arnoldconcludedwiththewords： “Idon\'twanttostoptheboy\'sreading，butIcan\'thavehimamilksop。“ “WillyouletmemanagehimasIplease，Mr。Arnold？”Hughventuredtosay。 Mr。Arnoldlookedfullathim，withaveryslightbutquitemanifestexpressionofsurprise；andHughwasawarethattheeyesofthelady，calledbytheboyEuphra，werelikewisefixeduponhimpenetratingly。AsifhewerethenforthefirsttimestruckbythemanlydevelopmentofHugh\'sframe，Mr。Arnoldanswered： “Idon\'twantyoutooverdoit，either。YoucannotmakeamuscularChristianofhim。“(Thespeakersmiledathisownimaginedwit。) “Theboyhastalents，andIwanthimtousethem。“ “Iwilldomybestforhimbothways，“answeredHugh，“ifyouwilltrustme。Formypart，Ithinktheonlywayistomaketheoperationoftheintellectualtendencyontheoneside，revealtotheboyhimselfhisdeficiencyontheother。Thisoncedone，allwillbewell。“ Ashesaidthis，Hughcaughtsightofacloudy，inscrutabledissatisfactionslightlycontractingtheeyebrowsofthelady。Mr。 Arnold，however，seemednottobealtogetherdispleased。 “Well，“heanswered，“Ihavemyplans；butletusseefirstwhatyoucandowithyours。Iftheyfail，perhapsyouwillobligemebytryingmine。“ Thiswassaidwiththedecisivepolitenessofonewhoisaccustomedtohavehisownway，andfullyintendstohaveit——everywordasarticulateanddeliberateasorgansofspeechcouldmakeit。ButheseemedatthesametimesomewhatimpressedbyHugh，andnotunwillingtoyield。 Throughouttheconversation，theladyhadsaidnothing，buthadsatwatching，orratherscrutinizing，Hugh\'scountenance，withafarkeenerandmorefrequentglancethan，Ipresume，hewasatallawareof。Whetherornotshewassatisfiedwithherconclusions，sheallowednosigntodisclose；but，breakfastbeingover，roseandwithdrew，turning，however，atthedoor，andsaying： “Whenyouplease，Mr。Sutherland，IshallbegladtoshowyouwhatHarryhasbeendoingwithme；fortillnowIhavebeenhisonlytutor。“ “Thankyou，“repliedHugh；“butforsometimeweshallbequiteindependentofschool-books。Perhapswemayrequirenoneatall。 Hecanread，Ipresume，fairlywell？” “Readingisnotonlyhisfortebuthisfault，“repliedMr。Arnold； whileEuphra，fixingonemorepiercinglookuponhim，withdrew。 “Yes，“respondedHugh；“butaboymayshufflethroughabookveryquickly，andhavenosuchaccurateperceptionsofeventhemerewords，astobeabletoreadaloudintelligibly。“ HowlittlethisappliedtoHarry，Hughwassoontolearn。 “Well，youknowbestaboutthesethings，Idaresay。Ileaveittoyou。Withsuchtestimonialsasyouhave，Mr。Sutherland，Icanhardlybewronginlettingyoutryyourownplanswithhim。Now，I mustbidyougoodmorning。Youwill，inallprobability，findHarryinthelibrary。“ CHAPTERII。 HARRY\'SNEWHORSE。 SpielenderUnterrichtheisstnicht，demKindeAnstrengungenersparenundabnehmen，sonderneineLeidenschaftinihmerwecken，welcheihmdiest鋜kstenaufn鰐higtunderleichtert。 JEANPAUL——DieUnsichtbareLoge。 Itisnottheintentionofsportiveinstructionthatthechildshouldbesparedeffort，ordeliveredfromit；butthattherebyapassionshouldbewakenedinhim，whichshallbothnecessitateandfacilitatethestrongestexertion。 Hughmadenohastetofindhispupilinthelibrary；thinkingitbetter，withsuchaboy，nottopounceuponhimasifheweregoingtoeducatehimdirectly。Hewenttohisownroomsinstead；gothisbooksoutandarrangedthem，——supplyingthus，inaverysmalldegree，thescarcityofmodernonesinthebook-cases；thenarrangedhissmallwardrobe，lookedabouthimalittle，andfinallywenttoseekhispupil。 Hefoundhiminthelibrary，ashehadbeengiventoexpect，coileduponthefloorinacorner，withhisbackagainstthebook-shelves，andanoldfolioonhisknees，whichhewasreadinginsilence。 “Well，Harry，“saidHugh，inahalf-indifferenttone，ashethrewhimselfonacouch，“whatareyoureading？” Harryhadnotheardhimcomein。Hestarted，andalmostshuddered； thenlookedup，hesitated，rose，and，asifashamedtoutterthenameofthebook，broughtittoHugh，openingitatthetitle-pageashehelditouttohim。ItwastheoldromanceofPolexander。 Hughknewnothingaboutit；but，glancingoversomeofthepages，couldnothelpwonderingthattheboyshouldfinditinteresting。 “Doyoulikethisverymuch？”saidhe。 “Well——no。Yes，rather。“ “IthinkIcouldfindyousomethingmoreinterestinginthebook-shelves。“ “Oh！please，sir，mayn\'tIreadthis？”pleadedHarry，withsignsofdistressinhispaleface。 “Oh，yes，certainly，ifyouwish。Buttellmewhyyouwanttoreaditsoverymuch。“ “BecauseIhavesetmyselftoreaditthrough。“ Hughsawthatthechildwasinadiseasedstateofmind，aswellasofbody。 “Youshouldnotsetyourselftoreadanything，beforeyouknowwhetheritisworthreading。“ “Icouldnothelpit。IwasforcedtosayIwould。“ “Towhom？” “Tomyself。Mayn\'tIreadit？” “Certainly，“wasallHugh\'sanswer；forhesawthathemustnotpursuethesubjectatpresent：theboywasquitehypochondriacal。 Hisfacewaskeen，withthatcleardefinitionoffeaturewhichsuggestssuperiorintellect。Hewas，thoughverysmallforhisage，wellproportioned，exceptthathisheadandfaceweretoolarge。 Hisforeheadindicatedthought；andHughcouldnotdoubtthat，howeveruninterestingthebookswhichhereadmightbe，theymusthaveaffordedhimsubjectsofmentalactivity。Buthecouldnothelpseeingaswell，thatthisactivity，ifnotalteredinitsdirectionandmodifiedinitsdegree，wouldsoondestroyitself，eitherbyruininghisfeebleconstitutionaltogether，or，whichwasmoretobefeared，byirremediablyinjuringtheactionofthebrain。 Heresolved，however，tolethimsatisfyhisconsciencebyreadingthebook；hoping，bytheintroductionofotherobjectsofthoughtandfeeling，torenderitsodistasteful，thathewouldbeinlittledangerofyieldingasimilarpledgeagain，evenshouldthetemptationreturn，whichHughhopedtoprevent。 “Butyouhavereadenoughforthepresent，haveyounot？”saidhe，rising，andapproachingthebook-shelves。 “Yes；Ihavebeenreadingsincebreakfast。“ “Ah！there\'sacapitalbook。Haveyoueverreadit——Gulliver\'sTravels？” “No。Theoutsidelookedalwayssouninteresting。“ “SodoesPolexander\'soutside。“ “Yes。ButIcouldn\'thelpthatone。“ “Well，comealong。Iwillreadtoyou。“ “Oh！thankyou。Thatwillbedelightful。Butmustwenotgotoourlessons？” “I\'mgoingtomakealessonofthis。Ihavebeentalkingtoyourpapa；andwe\'regoingtobeginwithaholiday，insteadofendingwithone。Imustgetbetteracquaintedwithyoufirst，Harry，beforeIcanteachyouright。Wemustbefriends，youknow。“ Theboycreptcloseuptohim，laidonethinhandonhisknee，lookedinhisfaceforamoment，andthen，withoutaword，satdownonthecouchclosebesidehim。Beforeanhourhadpassed，HarrywaslaughingheartilyatGulliver\'sadventuresamongsttheLilliputians。 Havingarrivedatthispointofsuccess，Hughceasedreading，andbegantotalktohim。 “Isthatladyyourcousin？” “Yes。Isn\'tshebeautiful？” “Ihardlyknowyet。Ihavenotgotusedtoherenoughyet。Whatishername？” “Oh！suchaprettyname——Euphrasia。“ “Isshetheonlyladyinthehouse？” “Yes；mymammaisdead，youknow。Shewasillforalongtime，theysay；andshediedwhenIwasborn。“ Thetearscameinthepoorboy\'seyes。Hughthoughtofhisownfather，andputhishandonHarry\'sshoulder。HarrylaidhisheadonHugh\'sshoulder。 “But，“hewenton，“Euphraissokindtome！Andsheissoclevertoo！Sheknowseverything。“ “Haveyounobrothersorsisters？” “No，none。IwishIhad。“ “Well，I\'llbeyourbigbrother。OnlyyoumustmindwhatIsaytoyou；elseIshallstopbeinghim。Isitabargain？” “Yes，tobesure！”criedHarryindelight；and，springingfromthecouch，hebeganhoppingfeeblyabouttheroomononefoot，toexpresshispleasure。 “Well，then，that\'ssettled。Now，youmustcomeandshowmethehorses——yourponies，youknow——andthepigs——“ “Idon\'tlikethepigs——Idon\'tknowwheretheyare。“ “Well，wemustfindout。PerhapsIshallmakesomediscoveriesforyou。Haveyouanyrabbits？” “No。“ “Adogthough，surely？” “No。Ihadacanary，butthecatkilledit，andIhaveneverhadapetsince。“ “Well，getyourcap，andcomeoutwithme。Iwillwaitforyouhere。“ Harrywalkedaway——heseldomran。Hesoonreturnedwithhiscap，andtheysalliedouttogether。 Happeningtolookbackatthehouse，whenafewpacesfromit，HughthoughthesawEuphrastandingatthewindowofabackstaircase。 Theymadetheroundofthestables，andthecow-house，andthepoultry-yard；andeventhepigs，asproposed，cameinforashareoftheirattention。Astheyapproachedthestye，Harryturnedawayhisheadwithalookofdisgust。Theywereeatingoutofthetrough。 “Theymakesuchanastynoise！”hesaid。 “Yes，butjustlook：don\'ttheyenjoyit？”saidHugh。 Harrylookedatthem。Thenotionoftheirenjoymentseemedtodawnuponhimassomethingquitenew。Hewentnearerandnearertothestye。Atlastasmilebrokeoutoverhiscountenance。 “Howtightthatonecurlshistail！”saidhe，andburstoutlaughing。 “Howdreadfullythisboymusthavebeenmismanaged！”thoughtHughtohimself。“Butthereisnofearofhimnow，Ihope。“ Bythistimetheyhadbeenwanderingaboutformorethananhour； andHughsaw，byHarry\'sincreasedpaleness，thathewasgettingtired。 “Here，Harry，getonmyback，myboy，andhavearide。You\'retired。“ AndHughkneltdown。 Harryshrunkback。 “Ishallspoilyourcoatwithmyshoes。“ “Nonsense！Rubthemwellonthegrassthere。Andthengetonmybackdirectly。“ Harrydidashewasbid，andfoundhistutor\'sbroadbackandstrongarmsaverycomfortablesaddle。Soawaytheywent，wanderingaboutforalongtime，intheirnewrelationofhorseandhisrider。Atlengththeygotintothemiddleofalongnarrowavenue，quiteneglected，overgrownwithweeds，andobstructedwithrubbish。Butthetreeswerefinebeeches，ofgreatgrowthandconsiderableage。 Oneendledfarintoawood，andtheothertowardsthehouse，asmallportionofwhichcouldbeseenattheend，theavenueappearingtoreachcloseuptoit。 “Don\'tgodownthis，“saidHarry。 “Well，it\'snotaverygoodroadforahorsecertainly，butIthinkIcangoit。Whatabeautifulavenue！Whyisitsoneglected？” “Don\'tgodownthere，please，dearhorse。“ HarrywasgettingwonderfullyathomewithHughalready。 “Why？”askedHugh。 “TheycallittheGhost\'sWalk，andIdon\'tmuchlikeit。Ithasastrangedistractedlook！” “That\'salongword，andadescriptiveonetoo，“thoughtHugh；but，consideringthattherewouldcomemanyabetteropportunityofcombatingtheboy\'sfearsthannow，hesimplysaid：“Verywell，Harry，“——andproceededtoleavetheavenuebytheotherside。ButHarrywasnotyetsatisfied。 “Please，Mr。Sutherland，don\'tgoonthatside，justnow。Ridemeback，please。Itisnotsafe，theysay，tocrossherpath。Shealwaysfollowsanyonewhocrossesherpath。“ Hughlaughed；butagainsaid，“Verywell，myboy；“and，returning，lefttheavenuebythesidebywhichhehadenteredit。 “Shallwegohometoluncheonnow？”saidHarry。 “Yes，“repliedHugh。“Couldwenotgobythefrontofthehouse？I shouldlikeverymuchtoseeit。“ “Oh，certainly，“saidHarry，andproceededtodirectHughhowtogo； butevidentlydidnotknowquitetohisownsatisfaction。Therebeing，however，butlittlefoliageyet，Hughcoulddiscoverhiswayprettywell。Hepromisedhimselfmanyadelightfulwanderinthewoodyregionsintheevenings。 Theymanagedtogetroundtothefrontofthehouse，notwithoutsomedifficulty；andthenHughsawtohissurprisethat，althoughnotimposinginappearance，itwasinextentmorelikeabaronialresidencethanthatofasimplegentleman。Thefrontwasverylong，apparentlyofallages，andofallpossiblestylesofarchitecture，theresultbeingsomewhatmysteriousandeminentlypicturesque。Allkindsofwindows；allkindsofprojectionsandrecesses；ahousehere，joinedtoahallthere；hereapointedgable，theverybellonthetopovergrownandapparentlychokedwithivy；thereawidefrontwithlargebaywindows；andnextaturretofoldstone，withnotashredofivyuponit，butcrowdedoverwithgrey-greenlichens，whichlookedasifthestoneitselfhadtakentogrowing；multitudesofroofs，ofallshapesandmaterials，sothatonemightveryeasilybelostamongstthechimneysandguttersanddormerwindowsandpinnacles——madeuptheappearanceofthehouseontheoutsidetoHugh\'sfirstinquiringglance，ashepausedatalittledistancewithHarryonhisback，andscannedthewonderfulpilebeforehim。 ButashelookedatthehouseofArnstead，Euphrawaslookingathimwiththeboyonhisback，fromoneofthesmallerwindows。Wasshemakinguphermind？ “YouareaskindtomeasEuphra，“saidHarry，asHughsethimdowninthehall。“I\'veenjoyedmyrideverymuch，thankyou，Mr。 Sutherland。IamsureEuphrawilllikeyouverymuch——shelikeseverybody。“ CHAPTERIII。 EUPHRASIA。 thenpurgedwithEuphrasyandRueThevisualnerve，forhehadmuchtosee。 ParadiseLost，b。xi。 Softmusiccametomineear。Itwasliketherisingbreeze，thatwhirls，atfirst，thethistle\'sbeard；thenflies，dark-shadowy，overthegrass。ItwasthemaidofFu鋜fedwild：sheraisedthenightlysong；forsheknewthatmysoulwasastream，thatflowedatpleasantsounds。 Ossian——Oina-Morul。 HarryledHughbythehandtothedining-room，alargeoakhallwithGothicwindows，andanopenroofsupportedbyrichlycarvedwoodwork，inthesquaresamidstwhichwerepaintedmanyescutcheonspartedbyfancifuldevices。Overthehighstonecarvingabovethechimneyhunganoldpieceoftapestry，occupyingthewholespacebetweenthatandtheroof。Itrepresentedahunting-partyofladiesandgentlemen，justsettingout。Thetablelookedverysmallinthecentreoftheroom，thoughitwouldhaveseatedtwelveorfourteen。 Itwasalreadycoveredforluncheon；andinaminuteEuphraenteredandtookherplacewithoutaword。HughsatononesideandHarryontheother。Euphra，havinghelpedbothtosoup，turnedtoHarryandsaid，“Well，Harry，Ihopeyouhaveenjoyedyourfirstlesson。“ “Verymuch，“answeredHarrywithasmile。“Ihavelearnedpigsandhorseback。“ “Theboyispositivelyclever，“thoughtHugh。 “Mr。Sutherland“——hecontinued，“hasbeguntoteachmetolikecreatures。“ “ButIthoughtyouwereveryfondofyourwild-beastbook，Harry。“ “Oh！yes；butthatwasonlyinthebook，youknow。Ilikethestoriesaboutthem，ofcourse。Buttolikepigs，youknow，isquitedifferent。Theyaresouglyandill-bred。Ilikethemthough。“ “YouseemtohavequitegainedHarryalready，“saidEuphra，glancingatHugh，andlookingawayasquickly。 “Weareverygoodfriends，andshallbe，Ithink，“repliedhe。 Harrylookedathimaffectionately，andsaidtohim，nottoEuphra，“Oh！yes，thatweshall，Iamsure。“Thenturningtothelady——“Doyouknow，Euphra，heismybigbrother？” “Youmustmindhowyoumakenewrelations，though，Harry；foryouknowthatwouldmakehimmycousin。“ “Well，youwillbeakindcousintohim，won\'tyou？” “Iwilltry，“repliedEuphra，lookingupatHughwithana飗eexpressionofshyness，andtheslightestpossibleblush。 Hughbegantothinkherpretty，almosthandsome。Hisnextthoughtwastowonderhowoldshewas。Butaboutthishecouldnotatoncemakeuphismind。Shemightbefour-and-twenty；shemightbetwo-and-thirty。Shehadblack，lustrelesshair，andeyestomatch，asfarascolourwasconcerned——buttheycouldsparkle，andprobablyflashuponoccasion；alowforehead，butveryfinelydevelopedinthefacultiesthatdwellabovetheeyes；slenderbutverydarkeyebrows——justblackarchedlinesinherrathersallowcomplexion； nosestraight，andnothingremarkable——“anexcellentthinginwoman，“amouthindifferentwhenatrest，butcapableofabeautifullaugh。Shewasrathertall，andofaprettyenoughfigure；handsgood；feetinvisible。Hughcametotheseconclusionsrapidlyenough，nowthathisattentionwasdirectedtoher；for，thoughnaturallyunobservant，hisperceptionwasveryacuteassoonashisattentionwasroused。 “Thankyou，“herepliedtoherprettyspeech。“Ishalldomybesttodeserveit。“ “Ihopeyouwill，Mr。Sutherland，“rejoinedshe，withanotherarchlook。“Takesomewine，Harry。“ Shepouredoutaglassofsherry，andgaveittotheboy，whodrankitwithsomeeagerness。Hughcouldnotapproveofthis，butthoughtittooearlytointerfere。TurningtoHarry，hesaid： “Now，Harry，youhavehadratheratiringmorning。Ishouldlikeyoutogoandliedownawhile。“ “Verywell，Mr。Sutherland，“repliedHarry，whoseemedratherdeficientincombativeness，aswellasotherboyishvirtues。“ShallIliedowninthelibrary？” “No——haveachange。“ “Inmybed-room？” “No，Ithinknot。Gotomyroom，andlieonthecouchtillIcometoyou。“ Harrywent；andHugh，partlyforthesakeofsayingsomething，andpartlytojustifyhistreatmentofHarry，toldEuphra，whosesurnamehedidnotyetknow，whattheyhadbeenaboutallthemorning，endingwithsomeremarkontheviewofthehouseinfront。Sheheardtheaccountoftheirproceedingswithapparentindifference，replyingonlytotheremarkwithwhichheclosedit： “Itisratheralargehouse，isitnot，forthree——Ibegyourpardon，forfourpersonstolivein，Mr。Sutherland？” “Itis，indeed；itquitebewildersme。“ “Totellthetruth，Idon\'tquiteknowabovethehalfofitmyself。“ Hughthoughtthisratherastrangeassertion，largeasthehousewas；butshewenton： “Ilostmyselfbetweenthehousekeeper\'sroomandmyown，nolaterthanlastweek。“ Isupposetherewasaparticleoftruthinthis；andthatshehadtakenawrongturninginanabstractedfit。Perhapsshedidnotmeanittobetakenasabsolutelytrue。 “Youhavenotlivedherelong，then？” “Notlongforsuchagreatplace。Afewyears。Iamonlyapoorrelation。“ Sheaccompaniedthisstatementwithanotherswiftupliftingoftheeyelids。ButthistimehereyesrestedforamomentonHugh\'s，withsomethingofapleadingexpression；andwhentheyfell，aslightsighfollowed。Hughfeltthathecouldnotquiteunderstandher。A vaguesuspicioncrossedhismindthatshewasbewitchinghim，butvanishedinstantly。Herepliedtohercommunicationbyasmile，andtheremark： “Youhavethemorefreedom，then——DidyouknowHarry\'smother？”headded，afterapause。 “No。ShediedwhenHarrywasborn。Shewasverybeautiful，and，theysay，veryclever，butalwaysinextremelydelicatehealth。 Betweenourselves，Idoubtiftherewasmuchsympathy——thatis，ifmyuncleandshequiteunderstoodeachother。Butthatisanoldstory。“ Apausefollowed。Euphraresumed： “Astothefreedomyouspeakof，Mr。Sutherland，Idonotquiteknowwhattodowithit。Ilivehereasiftheplaceweremyown，andgivewhatordersIplease。ButMr。Arnoldshowsmelittleattention——heissooccupiedwithonethingandanother，Ihardlyknowwhat；andifhedid，perhapsIshouldgettiredofhim。So，exceptwhenwehavevisitors，whichisnotveryoften，thetimehangsratherheavyonmyhands。“ “Butyouarefondofreading——andwriting，too，Isuspect；“Hughventuredtosay。 Shegavehimanotherofherglances，inwhichtheapparentshynesswasmingledwithsomethingforwhichHughcouldnotfindaname。 Nordidhesuspect，tilllongafter，thatitwasinrealityslyness，sotemperedwitharchness，that，ifdiscovered，itmighteasilypassforanexpressionplayfullyassumed。 “Oh！yes，“shesaid；“onemustreadabooknowandthen；andifaverse“——againaglanceandaslightblush——“shouldcomeupfromnobodyknowswhere，onemayaswellwriteitdown。But，please，donottakemeforaliterarylady。Indeed，Imakenottheslightestpretensions。Idon\'tknowwhatIshoulddowithoutHarry；andindeed，indeed，youmustnotstealhimfromme，Mr。Sutherland。“ “Ishouldbeverysorry，“repliedHugh。“Letmebegyou，asfarasI havearighttodoso，tojoinusasoftenandaslongasyouplease。Iwillgoandseehowheis。Iamsuretheboyonlywantsthoroughrousing，alternatedwithperfectrepose。“ Hewenttohisownroom，wherehefoundHarry，tohissatisfaction，fastasleeponthesofa。Hetookcarenottowakehim，butsatdownbesidehimtoreadtillhissleepshouldbeover。But，amomentafter，theboyopenedhiseyeswithastartandashiver，andgaveaslightcry。WhenhesawHughhejumpedup，andwithasmilewhichwaspitifultoseeuponascaredface，said： “Oh！Iamsogladyouarethere。“ “Whatisthematter，dearHarry？” “Ihadadreadfuldream。“ “Whatwasit？” “Idon\'tknow。Italwayscomes。Itisalwaysthesame。Iknowthat。AndyetIcanneverrememberwhatitis。“ Hughsoothedhimaswellashecould；andheneededit，forthecolddropswerestandingonhisforehead。Whenhehadgrowncalmer，hewentandfetchedGulliver，and，totheboy\'sgreatdelight，readtohimtilldinner-time。Beforethefirstbellrang，hehadquiterecovered，andindeedseemedratherinterestedintheapproachofdinner。 DinnerwasanaffairofsomestateatArnstead。Almostimmediatelyafterthesecondbellhadrung，Mr。Arnoldmadehisappearanceinthedrawing-room，wheretheotherswerealreadywaitingforhim。 ThisroomhadnothingofthedistinctivecharacterofthepartsofthehousewhichHughhadalreadyseen。Itwasmerelyahandsomemodernroom，ofnogreatsize。Mr。ArnoldledEuphratodinner，andHughfollowedwithHarry。 Mr。Arnold\'smannertoHughwasthesameasinthemorning——studiouslypolite，withoutthesmallestapproachtocordiality。Headdressedhimasanequal，itistrue；butanequalwhocouldneverbeinthesmallestdangerofthinkinghemeantit。 Hugh，who，withouthavingseenagreatdealoftheworld，yetfeltmuchthesamewhereverhewas，tookcaretogivehimallthatheseemedtolookfor，asfaratleastaswasconsistentwithhisownself-respect。Hesoondiscoveredthathewasoneofthosemen，who，ifyouwillonlygranttheirposition，andacknowledgetheirauthority，willallowyoutohavemuchyourownwayineverything。 Hisservantshadfoundthisoutlongago，andalmosteverythingaboutthehousewasmanagedastheypleased；butastheoldestofthemwererespectablefamilyservants，nothingwentveryfarwrong。 Theyall，however，waitedonEuphrawithanassiduitythatshowedshewas，orcouldbe，quitemistresswhenandwhereshepleased。 PerhapstheyhadfoundoutthatshehadgreatinfluencewithMr。 Arnold；andcertainlyheseemedveryfondofherindeed，afterastatelyfashion。Shespoketotheservantswithpeculiargentleness；neversaid，ifyouplease；butalways，thankyou。Harryneveraskedforanything，butalwayslookedtoEuphra，whogavethenecessaryorder。Hughsawthattheboywasquitedependentuponher，seemingofhimselfscarcelycapableoforiginatingthesimplestaction。Mr。Arnold，however，dullashewas，couldnothelpseeingthatHarry\'smannerwaslivelierthanusual，andseemedpleasedattheslightchangealreadyvisibleforthebetter。TurningtoHughhesaid： “DoyoufindHarryverymuchbehindwithhisstudies，Mr。 Sutherland？” “Ihavenotyetattemptedtofindout，“repliedHugh。 “Not？”saidMr。Arnold，withsurprise。 “No。Ifhebebehind，Ifeelconfidentitwillnotbeforlong。“ “But，“beganMr。Arnold，pompously；andthenhepaused。 “Youwerekindenoughtosay，Mr。Arnold，thatImighttrymyownplanswithhimfirst。Ihavebeendoingso。“ “Yes——certainly。But——“ HereHarrybrokeinwithsomeanimation： “Mr。Sutherlandhasbeenmyhorse，carryingmeaboutonhisbackallthemorning——no，notallthemorning——butanhour，oranhourandahalf——orwasittwohours，Mr。Sutherland？” “Ireallydon\'tknow，Harry，“answeredHugh；“Idon\'tthinkitmattersmuch。“ Harryseemedrelieved，andwenton： “HehasbeenreadingGulliver\'sTravelstome——oh，suchfall！Andwehavebeentoseethecowsandthepigs；andMr。Sutherlandhasbeenteachingmetojump。Doyouknow，papa，hejumpedrightoverthepony\'sbackwithouttouchingit。“ Mr。Arnoldstaredattheboywithlustrelesseyesandhangingchecks。Thesegrewred，asifheweregoingtochoke。SuchbehaviourwasquiteinconsistentwiththedignityofArnsteadanditstutor，whohadbeenrecommendedtohimasathoroughgentleman。 Butforthepresenthesaidnothing；probablybecausehecouldthinkofnothingtosay。 “CertainlyHarryseemsbetteralready，“interposedEuphra。 “IcannothelpthinkingMr。Sutherlandhasmadeagoodbeginning。“ Mr。Arnolddidnotreply，butthecloudworeawayfromhisfacebydegrees；andatlengthheaskedHughtotakeaglassofwinewithhim。 WhenEuphrarosefromthetable，andHarryfollowedherexample，Hughthoughtitbettertoriseaswell。Mr。Arnoldseemedtohesitatewhetherornottoaskhimtoresumehisseatandhaveaglassofclaret。Hadhebeenalittlewizenedpedagogue，nodoubthewouldhaveinsistedonhiscompany，sureofacquiescencefromhimineverysentimenthemighthappentoutter。ButHughreallylookedsoverymuchlikeagentleman，andstatedhisownviews，oradoptedhisownplans，withsomuchindependence，thatMr。Arnoldjudgeditsafertokeephimatarm\'slengthforaseasonatleast，tillheshouldthoroughlyunderstandhisposition——notthatofaguest，butthatofhisson\'stutor，belongingtothehouseholdofArnsteadonlyonapproval。 Onleavingthedining-room，Hughhesitated，inhisturn，whethertobetakehimselftohisownroom，ortoaccompanyEuphratothedrawing-room，thedoorofwhichstoodopenontheoppositesideofthehall，revealingabrightnessandwarmth，whichthechilloftheevening，andthelownessofthefireinthedining-room，renderedquiteenticing。ButEuphra，whowashalf-acrossthehall，seemingtodivinehisthoughts，turned，andsaid，“Areyounotgoingtofavouruswithyourcompany，Mr。Sutherland？” “Withpleasure，“repliedHugh；but，tocoverhishesitation，added，“Iwillbewithyoupresently；“andranupstairstohisownroom。 “Theoldgentlemansitsonhisdignity——canhardlybesaidtostandonit，“thoughthe，ashewent。“Thepoorrelation，asshecallsherself，treatsmelikeaguest。Sheismistresshere，however； thatisclearenough。“ Ashedescendedthestairstothedrawing-room，avoicerosethroughthehouse，likethevoiceofanangel。AtleastsothoughtHugh，hearingitforthefirsttime。Itseemedtotakehisbreathaway，ashestoodforamomentonthestairs，listening。ItwasonlyEuphrasingingTheFlowersoftheForest。Thedrawing-roomdoorwasstillopen，andhervoicerangthroughthewideloftyhall。Heenteredalmostontip-toe，thathemightlosenothreadofthefinetones——HadshechosenthesongofScotlandoutofcomplimenttohim？——Shesawhimenter，butwentonwithouthesitatingeven。Inthehighnotes，hervoicehadthatpeculiarvibratoryrichnesswhichbelongstothenightingale\'s；buthecouldnothelpthinkingthatthelowtonesweredeficientbothinqualityandvolume。Theexpressionandexecution，however，wouldhavemadeupforathousanddefects。HerverysoulseemedbroodingoverthedeaduponFloddenfield，asshesangthismostwailfulofmelodies——thisembodimentofanation\'sgrief。Thesongdiedawayasifthelastbreathhadgonewithit；failingasitfailed，andceasingwithitsinspiration，asifthevoicethatsanglivedonlyforandinthesong。Amomentofintensesilencefollowed。Then，beforeHughhadhalfrecoveredfromtheformer，withanalmostgranddramaticrecoil，asifthesecondsprangoutofthefirst，likeaneagleofmightoutofanoceanofweeping，sheburstintoScotswhahae。ShemighthavebeenanewDeborah，heraldinghernationtobattle。Hughwastransfixed，turnedicycold，withtheexcitementofhisfavouritesongsosung——WasthataglanceofsatisfiedtriumphwithwhichEuphralookedathimforasinglemoment？——Shesangtherestofthesongasifthebattlewerealreadygained；butlookednomoreatHugh。 Theexcellenceofhertones，andthelambentfluidityofhertransitions，ifImaybeallowedthephrase，weremadebyherartquitesubservienttotheexpression，andowedtheirchiefvaluetothesharetheyboreinproducingit。Possiblytherewasalittletoomuchofthedramaticinhersinging，butitwasallingoodtaste；and，inaword，Hughhadneverheardsuchsingingbefore。Assoonasshehadfinished，sherose，andshutthepiano。 “Donot，donot，“falteredHugh，seekingtoarrestherhand，assheclosedtheinstrument。 “Icansingnothingafterthat，“shesaidwithemotion，orperhapsexcitement；forthetremblingofhervoicemightbeattributedtoeithercause。“Donotaskme。“ Hughrespectfullydesisted；butafterafewminutes\'pauseventuredtoremark： “IcannotunderstandhowyoushouldbeabletosingScotchsongssowell。IneverheardanybutScotchwomensingthem，evenendurably，before：yoursingingofthemisperfect。“ “Itseemstome，“saidEuphra，speakingasifshewouldratherhaveremainedsilent，“thatatruemusicalpenetrationisindependentofstylesandnationalities。Itcanperceive，orratherfeel，andreproduce，atthesamemoment。IfthemusicspeaksScotch，themusicalnaturehearsScotch。Itcantakeanyshape，indeedcannothelptakinganyshape，presentedtoit。“ Hughwasyetfurtherastonishedbythiscriticismfromonewhomhehadbeencriticisingwithsomuchcarelessnessthatveryday。 “Youthink，then，“saidhe，modestly，notasifhewouldbringhertobook，butasreallyseekingtolearnfromher，“thatatruemusicalnaturecanpouritselfintothemouldofanysong，inentireindependenceofassociationandeducation？” “Yes；inindependenceofanybutwhatitmayprovideforitself。“ Euphrasia，however，hadleftoneimportantelementunrepresentedintheconstructionofhertheory——namely，thedegreeofcapabilitywhichamindmaypossessofsympathywithanygivenclassoffeelings。Theblossomofthemind，whetheritflowerinpoetry，music，oranyotherart，mustbetheexponentofthenatureandconditionofthatwhoseblossomitis。Nomind，therefore，incapableofsympathisingwiththefeelingswhenceitsprings，caninterpretthemusicofanother。AndEuphraherselfwasratheraremarkableinstanceofthisforgottenfact。 FurtherconversationonthesubjectwasinterruptedbytheentranceofMr。Arnold，wholookedratherannoyedatfindingHughinthedrawing-room，andorderedHarryofftobed，withsomelittleasperityoftone。Theboyroseatonce，rangthebell，badethemallgoodnight，andwent。Aservantmethimatthedoorwithacandle，andaccompaniedhim。 ThoughtHugh：“Hereareseveralthingstoberightedatonce。Theboymustnothavewine；andhemusthaveonlyonedinnera-day——especiallyifheisorderedtobedsoearly。ImustmakeamanofhimifIcan。“ Hemadeinquiries，and，withsomedifficulty，foundoutwheretheboyslept。DuringthenighthewasseveraltimesinHarry\'sroom，andonceinhappytimetowakehimfromanightmaredream。Theboywassoovercomewithterror，thatHughgotintobedbesidehimandcomfortedhimtosleepinhisarms。Nordidheleavehimtillitwastimetogetup，whenhestolebacktohisownquarters，which，happily，wereatnoverygreatdistance。 Imaymentionhere，thatitwasnotlongbeforeHughsucceededinstoppingthewine，andreducingthedinnertoamouthfulofsupper。 Harry，asfarashewasconcerned，yieldedatonce；andhisfatheronlyheldoutlongenoughtosatisfyhisownsenseofdignity。 CHAPTERIV。 THECAVEINTHESTRAW。 Allknowledgeandwonder(whichistheseedofknowledge)isanimpressionofpleasureinitself。 LORDBACON——AdvancementofLearning。 Thefollowingmorningdawnedinacloud；which，swathedaboutthetrees，wettedthemdowntotheroots，withouthavingtimetobecomerain。Theydrankitinlikesorrow，theonlymaterialoutofwhichtruejoycanbefashioned。Thiscloudofmistwouldyetglimmerinanewheaven，namely，inthecloudofbloomswhichwouldclothethelimesandthechestnutsandthebeechesalongtheghost\'swalk。Buttherewasgloomyweatherwithindoorsaswell；forpoorHarrywasespeciallysensitivetovariationsofthebarometer，withoutbeingintheleastawareofthefacthimself。AgainHughfoundhiminthelibrary，seatedinhisusualcorner，withPolexanderonhisknees。 HehalfdroppedthebookwhenHughentered，andmurmuredwithasigh： “It\'snouse；Ican\'treadit。“ “What\'sthematter，Harry？”saidhistutor。 “Ishouldliketotellyou，butyouwilllaughatme。“ “Ishallneverlaughatyou，Harry。“ “Never？” “No，never。“ “ThentellmehowIcanbesurethatIhavereadthisbook。“ “Idonotquiteunderstandyou。“ “All！IwassurenobodycouldbesostupidasIam。Doyouknow，Mr。Sutherland，Iseemtohavereadapagefromtoptobottomsometimes，andwhenIcometothebottomIknownothingaboutit，anddoubtwhetherIhavereaditatall；andthenIstareatitalloveragain，tillIgrowsoqueer，andsometimesnearlyscream。YouseeImustbeabletosayIhavereadthebook。“ “Why？Nobodywilleveraskyou。“ “Perhapsnot；butyouknowthatisnothing。IwanttoknowthatI havereadthebook——reallyandtrulyreadit。“ Hughthoughtforamoment，andseemedtoseethattheboy，notbeingstrongenoughtobealawtohimself，justneededabenignlawfromwithout，tolifthimfromthechaosoffeebleandconflictingnotionsandimpulseswithin，whichgeneratedafalselawofslavery。 Sohesaid： “Harry，amIyourbigbrother？” “Yes，Mr。Sutherland。“ “Then，oughtyoutodowhatIwish，orwhatyouwishyourself？” “Whatyouwish，sir。“ “ThenIwantyoutoputawaythatbookforamonthatleast。“ “Oh，Mr。Sutherland！Ipromised。“ “Towhom？” “Tomyself。“ “ButIamaboveyou；andIwantyoutodoasItellyou。Willyou，Harry？” “Yes。“ “Putawaythebook，then。“ Harrysprangtohisfeet，putthebookonitsshelf，and，goinguptoHugh，said，“Youhavedoneit，notme。“ “Certainly，Harry。“ Thenotionsofahypochondriacalchildwillhardlybeinterestingtothegreaterpartofmyreaders；butHughlearnedfromthisalittlelessonaboutdivinelawwhichheneverforgot。 “Now，Harry，“addedhe，“youmustnotopenabooktillIallowyou。“ “Nopoetry，either？”saidpoorHarry；andhisfacefell。 “Idon\'tmindpoetrysomuch；butofproseIwillreadasmuchtoyouaswillbegoodforyou。Come，letushaveabitofGulliveragain。“ “Oh，howdelightful！”criedHarry。“Iamsogladyoumademeputawaythattiresomebook。Iwonderwhyitinsistedsoonbeingread。“ Hughreadforanhour，andthenmadeHarryputonhiscloak，notwithstandingtherain，whichfellinaslowthoughtfulspringshower。Takingtheboyagainonhisback，hecarriedhimintothewoods。Therehetoldhimhowthedropsofwetsankintotheground，andthenwentrunningaboutthroughitineverydirection，lookingforseeds：whichwereallthirstylittlethings，thatwantedtogrow，andcouldnot，tilladropcameandgavethemdrink。Andhetoldhimhowtherain-dropsweremadeupintheskies，andthencamedown，likemillionsofangels，todowhattheyweretoldinthedarkearth。Thegooddropswentintoallthecellarsanddungeonsoftheearth，toletouttheimprisonedflowers。Andhetoldhimhowtheseeds，whentheyhaddrunktherain-drops，wantedanotherkindofdrinknext，whichwasmuchthinnerandmuchstronger，butcouldnotdothemanygoodtilltheyhaddrunktherainfirst。 “Whatisthat？”saidHarry。“IfeelasifyouwerereadingoutoftheBible，Mr。Sutherland。“ “Itisthesunlight，“answeredhistutor。“Whenaseedhasdrunkofthewater，andisnotthirstyanymore，itwantstobreathenext； andthenthesunsendsalong，smallfingeroffiredownintothegravewheretheseedislying；andittouchestheseed，andsomethinginsidetheseedbeginstomoveinstantlyandtogrowbiggerandbigger，tillitsendstwogreenbladesoutofitintotheearth，andthroughtheearthintotheair；andthenitcanbreathe。 Andthenitsendsrootsdownintotheearth；andtherootskeepdrinkingwater，andtheleaveskeepbreathingtheair，andthesunkeepsthemaliveandbusy；andsoagreattreegrowsup，andGodlooksatit，andsaysitisgood。“ “Thentheyreallyarelivingthings？”saidHarry。 “Certainly。“ “Thankyou，Mr。Sutherland。Idon\'tthinkIshalldislikerainsomuchanymore。“ Hughtookhimnextintothebarn，wheretheyfoundagreatheapofstraw。Recallinghisownboyishamusements，hemadehimputoffhiscloak，andhelptomakeatunnelintothisheap。Harrywasdelighted——thestrawwassonice，andbright，anddry，andclean。 Theydrewitoutbyhandfuls，andthusexcavatedaroundtunneltothedistanceofsixfeetorso；whenHughproceededtomoreextendedoperations。Beforeitwastimetogotolunch，theyhadclearedhalfofahollowsphere，sixfeetindiameter，outoftheheartoftheheap。 Afterlunch，forwhichHarryhadbeenveryunwillingtorelinquishthestrawhut，Hughsenthimtoliedownforawhile；whenhefellfastasleepasbefore。Afterhehadlefttheroom，Euphrasaid： “HowdoyougetonwithHarry，Mr。Sutherland？” “Perfectlytomysatisfaction，“answeredHugh。 “Doyounotfindhimveryslow？” “Quitethecontrary。“ “Yousurpriseme。Butyouhavenotgivenhimanylessonsyet。“ “Ihavegivenhimagreatmany，andheislearningthemveryfast。“ “Ifearhewillhaveforgottenallmypoorlaboursbeforeyoutakeuptheworkwhereweleftit。Whenwillyougivehimanybook-lessons？” “Notforawhileyet。“ Euphradidnotreply。Hersilenceseemedintendedtoexpressdissatisfaction；atleastsoHughinterpretedit。 “IhopeyoudonotthinkitistoindulgemyselfthatImanageMasterHarryinthispeculiarfashion，“hesaid。“Thefactis，heisaverypeculiarchild，andmayturnoutageniusoraweakling，justasheismanaged。Atleastsoitappearstomeatpresent。MayI askwhereyoulefttheworkyouweredoingwithhim？” “HewasgoingthroughtheEtongrammarforthethirdtime，“answeredEuphra，withadefiantglance，almostofdislike，atHugh。“ButI neednotenumeratehisstudies，forIdaresayyouwillnottakethemupatallaftermyfashion。IonlyassureyouIhavebeenaveryexactdisciplinarian。Whatheknows，Ithinkyouwillfindheknowsthoroughly。“ Sosaying，Euphrarose，andwithaflushonhercheek，walkedoutoftheroominamorestatelymannerthanusual。 Hughfeltthathehad，somehoworother，offendedher。But，totellthetruth，hedidnotmuchcare，forhermannerhadratherirritatedhim。Heretiredtohisownroom，wrotetohismother，and，whenHarryawoke，carriedhimagaintothebarnforanhour\'sworkinthestraw。Beforeitgrewdusk，theyhadfinishedalittle，silent，darkchamber，asroundastheycouldmakeit，intheheartofthestraw。Alltheexcavatedmaterialtheyhadthrownonthetop，reservingonlyalittletocloseuptheentrancewhentheypleased。 Thenextmorningwasstillrainy；andwhenHughfoundHarryinthelibraryasusual，hesawthatthecloudshadagaingatheredovertheboy\'sspirit。Hewaspacingabouttheroominaveryoddmanner。 Thecarpetwasdivideddiamond-wiseinaregularpattern。Harry\'sstepswere，forthemostpart，planteduponeverythirddiamond，asheslowlycrossedthefloorinavarietyofdirections；for，asonpreviousoccasions，hehadnotperceivedtheentranceofhistutor。 But，everynowandthen，theboywouldmakethemostsuddenandirregularchangeinhismodeofprogression，settinghisfootonthemostunexpecteddiamond，atonetimethenearesttohim，atanotherthefarthestwithinhisreach。Whenhelookedup，andsawhistutorwatchinghim，heneitherstartednorblushed：but，stillretainingonhiscountenancetheperplexed，anxiousexpressionwhichHughhadremarked，saidtohim： “HowcanGodknowonwhichofthosediamondsIamgoingtosetmyfootnext？” “IfyoucouldunderstandhowGodknows，Harry，thenyouwouldknowyourself；butbeforeyouhavemadeupyourmind，youdon\'tknowwhichyouwillchoose；andeventhenyouonlyknowonwhichyouintendtosetyourfoot；foryouhaveoftenchangedyourmindaftermakingitup。“ Harrylookedaspuzzledasbefore。 “Why，Harry，tounderstandhowGodunderstands，youwouldneedtobeaswiseasheis；soitisnousetrying。Youseeyoucan\'tquiteunderstandme，thoughIhavearealmeaninginwhatIsay。“ “Ah！Iseeitisnouse；butIcan\'tbeartobepuzzled。“ “Butyouneednotbepuzzled；youhavenobusinesstobepuzzled。 Youaretryingtogetintoyourlittlebrainwhatisfartoograndandbeautifultogetintoit。Wouldyounotthinkitverystupidtopuzzleyourselfhowtoputahundredhorsesintoastablewithtwelvestalls？” Harrylaughed，andlookedrelieved。 “Itismoreunreasonableathousandtimestotrytounderstandsuchthings。Formypart，itwouldmakememiserabletothinkthattherewasnothingbutwhatIcouldunderstand。IshouldfeelasifIhadnoroomanywhere。Shallwegotoourcaveagain？” “Oh！yes，please，“criedHarry；andinamomenthewasonHugh\'sbackoncemore，canteringjoyouslytothebarn。 Aftervariousimprovements，includingsomeenlargementoftheinterior，HughandHarrysatdowntogetherinthelowyellowtwilightoftheircave，toenjoytheresultoftheirlabours。Theycouldjustsee，bythelightfromthetunnel，theglimmerofthegoldenhollowallaboutthem。Therainwasfallingheavilyout-of-doors；andtheycouldhearthesoundofthemultitudinousdropsofthebrokencataractoftheheavenslikethemurmuroftheinsectsinasummerwood。Theyknewthateverythingoutsidewasrainedupon，andwasagainrainingoneverythingbeneathit，whiletheyweredryandwarm。 “Thisisnice！”exclaimedHarry，afterafewmomentsofsilentenjoyment。 “Thisisyourfirstlessoninarchitecture，“saidHugh。 “AmItolearnarchitecture？”askedHarry，inaruefultone。 “Itiswelltoknowhowthingscametobedone，ifyoushouldknownothingmoreaboutthem，Harry。Menlivedinthecellarsfirstofall，andnextonthegroundfloor；buttheycouldgetnofurthertilltheyjoinedthetwo，andthentheycouldbuildhigher。“ “Idon\'tquiteunderstandyou，sir。“ “Ididnotmeanyoushould，Harry。“ “ThenIdon\'tmind，sir。ButIthoughtarchitecturewasbuilding。“ “Soitis；andthisisonewayofbuilding。Itisonlymakinganoutsidebypullingoutaninside，insteadofmakinganinsidebysettingupanoutside。“ Harrythoughtforawhile，andthensaidjoyfully： “Iseeit，sir！Iseeit。Theinsideisthechiefthing——nottheoutside。“ “Yes，Harry；andnotinarchitectureonly。Neverforgetthat。“ Theylayforsometimeinsilence，listeningtotherain。AtlengthHarryspoke： “Ihavebeenthinkingofwhatyoutoldmeyesterday，Mr。Sutherland，abouttheraingoingtolookfortheseedsthatwerethirstyforit。 AndnowIfeeljustasifIwereaseed，lyinginitslittleholeintheearth，andhearingtherain-dropspatteringdownallaboutit，waiting——oh，sothirsty！——forsomekinddroptofindmeout，andgivemeitselftodrink。IwonderwhatkindofflowerIshouldgrowup，“addedhe，laughing。