'Yes, but not to stand aloof from what is not wrong. Look out, not for what is inferior to yourself, but what is superior. Ah! you despair; but, my Giraffe, will you promise me this? Tell me, next Christmas, a good quality for every bad one you have found in them. You shake your head. Nay, you must, for the credit of your sex. I never found the man in whom there was not something to admire, and I had rather not suppose that women are not better than men. Will you promise?' 'I'll try, but--' 'But, mind, it takes kind offices to bring the blossoms out. There--that's pretty well, considering our mutual sentiments as to good advice.' 'Have you been giving me good advice?' 'Not bad, I hope.' 'I thought only people like--like Mary--could give advice.' 'Ah! your blindness about Mary invalidates your opinion of your schoolfellows. It shows that you do not deserve a good friend.' 'I've got you; I want no other.' 'Quite wrong. Not only is she full of clear, kind, solid sense, like a pillar to lean on, but she could go into detail with you in your troubles. You have thrown away a great opportunity, and I am afraid I helped you. I shall hold you in some esteem when you are--to conclude sententiously--worthy of her friendship.' Clara's laugh was loud enough to bring out the Earl, to summon them authoritatively out of the dew. Louis sat apart, writing his letter; Clara, now and then, hovering near, curious to hear how he had corrected Tom's spelling. He had not finished, when the ladies bade him good-night; and, as he proceeded with it, his father said, 'What is that engrossing correspondence, Louis?' 'Such a sensible letter, that I am quite ashamed of it,' said Louis. 'I wonder at the time you chose for writing, when you are so soon to part with our guests.' 'I have no excuse, if you think it uncivil. I never have spirit to set about anything till the sun is down.' His father began at once to speak softly: 'No, I intended no blame; I only cannot but wonder to see you so much engrossed with Clara Dynevor.' 'Poor child! she wants some compensation.' 'I have no doubt of your kind intentions; but it would be safer to consider what construction may be placed on attentions so exclusive.' Louis looked up in blank, incredulous amazement, and then almost laughingly exclaimed, 'Is that what you mean? Why, she is an infant, a baby--' 'Not in appearance--' 'You don't know her, father,' said Louis. 'I love her with all my heart, and could not do more. Why, she is, and always has been, my she-younger-brother!' 'I am aware,' said the Earl, without acknowledging this peculiar relationship, 'that this may appear very ridiculous, but experience has shown the need of caution. I should be concerned that your heedless good-nature should be misconstrued, so as to cause pain and disappointment to her, or to lead you to neglect one who has every claim to your esteem and gratitude.'