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；haditnotbeenforthesomewhatintricatenatureofthepassagesleadingfromthewinginwhichhisroomswereevidentlyanolderandmoreretiredportionofthehousetothemainstaircaseitself。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。
Allknowledgeandwonderwhichistheseedofknowledgeisanimpressionofpleasureinitself。
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。