"Don't make me into a bugbear, old boy; it's rather hard, and there's really no occasion." "I should be a confounded fool if I did," said Godfrey, with some embarrassment. "No, I'll not turn tail. I'll stick to the shop." He kept his promise manfully; but it was a relief to both brothers when Easter week brought Cuthbert Staunton for a flying visit. He was going abroad, he said, to look up materials for a set of lectures on the sources of English culture. He had set his heart on getting Guy to come with him. "We'll take it easy," he said; "and drop all the bogies in the Channel as we go." "Paradise wouldn't be in it," said Guy, with a long breath. "But no; first I must go to Waynflete." "I don't approve of that move." "I'm much better, and I mean to go." "That's always conclusive." "Well, I know best. But by-and-by--Poor Godfrey frames very well to the business. Perhaps he would be better without me. I say, is Constancy Vyner really going to marry a learned professor?" "Not that I know of. She is going abroad with my sisters, as soon as the term is over. She is not coming to Waynflete, and that, perhaps, is best." "Well, I don't know. I think the heavens will have to fall some time." "Florella Vyner has a sweet little drawing, which she means for the Academy. `Above the Stars'--a ditch full of wide-open celandines." "Does she come to Waynflete?" "I believe so--to study primroses," said Cuthbert, sedately. Guy pulled Rawdie's ears, and said nothing; but Cuthbert ceased to oppose his intention of accepting Mr Clifton's invitation, and looking after the improvements for himself. PART THREE, CHAPTER FIVE. T' OWD GEN'LEMAN. Guy went to Waynflete. The sweet, clear atmosphere, fresh from the moors, delighted him, and he felt daily stronger and better, while his inborn love for the home of his fathers withstood all painful associations. On his little rough pony, with Rawdie beside him he appeared suddenly in the fields and lanes, like "t' owd Guy hissel," as Jem Outhwaite's old mother declared.