This thought of Lewis’s, however, was immediately succeeded by another, and a better one, that in so doing he should not be acting kindly to his brother: so, loosing his arm from his mother’s, he said, “I am just going to call Edward;” and as he ran along he said to himself, “I am glad mamma did not think of it for me; there is so much more pleasure in doing what is right of one’s own accord: and though Edward would not have known I had prevented his sharing the pleasure, I should have blamed myself for it. I hardly know which is the worst, to blame one’s self, or be blamed by others: but then it mostly happens, when papa and mamma blame me, that I am vexed with myself too.” Then Lewis was going on to think, how he might, much oftener than he did, avoid giving himself this unnecessary pain; but just then his brother set off to run again; so Lewis shouted, “Edward! Edward! Stop; pray stop!” Edward turned, on hearing his name called; and he was glad he did so, though he wanted very much to see the gentleman he had been watching throw another stone into the sea, for a beautiful Newfoundland dog to bring out again. “Look, Lewis! there they go along the shore; now they have turned that point we cannot see them, unless we were to run further on.” By this time Mrs. Ashton came up. “You look warm,” said she, “with your run: let us rest a little while on one of these friendly seats.” “Oh! mamma,” said Edward, “how very, very beautiful the sea looks this morning: but what can be the reason that the colour of it is so different in different places?” “I believe,” said Mrs. Ashton, “it is partly occasioned by the inequalities in the surface of the earth beneath the water, and partly by the different colour of the soil: clouds passing over it may also have some effect upon it.” Edward said, he had been thinking a great deal of the different uses of the sea, and still he thought there must be some that had never occurred to him. “Well, now, Edward,” said Lewis, who began to think he had waited long and patiently enough, “I am not going to be cheated out of my story about the Pavilion: you know we can _look_ at the sea all the while mamma is talking to us.” “And,” added Mrs. Ashton, “Edward shall explain what he means to me another time; and perhaps I may be able to make the matter clearer to him.” “Now, dear mamma,” said Lewis, “pray begin. Did you really go all over the Pavilion yourself, or have you only heard of its wonders from other people?” “I saw the interior of this oriental building myself, Lewis, some years ago, when I was on a visit here with your uncle and aunt Brooks.” Edward asked why his mother called it oriental. “Because,” she said, “it resembles the palaces of the eastern princes. Some say that it was modelled from a design brought from China, by lord Amherst.”