Hugh　thought　it　better　to　rise　as　well。　　Mr。　Arnold　seemed　to
  hesitate　whether　or　not　to　ask　him　to　resume　his　seat　and　have　a
  glass　of　claret。　　Had　he　been　a　little　wizened　pedagogue；　no　doubt
  he　would　have　insisted　on　his　company；　sure　of　acquiescence　from　him
  in　every　sentiment　he　might　happen　to　utter。　　But　Hugh　really　looked
  so　very　much　like　a　gentleman；　and　stated　his　own　views；　or　adopted
  his　own　plans；　with　so　much　independence；　that　Mr。　Arnold　judged　it
  safer　to　keep　him　at　arm's　length　for　a　season　at　least；　till　he
  should　thoroughly　understand　his　positionnot　that　of　a　guest；　but
  that　of　his　son's　tutor；　belonging　to　the　household　of　Arnstead　only
  on　approval。
  On　leaving　the　dining…room；　Hugh　hesitated；　in　his　turn；　whether　to
  betake　himself　to　his　own　room；　or　to　accompany　Euphra　to　the
  drawing…room；　the　door　of　which　stood　open　on　the　opposite　side　of
  the　hall；　revealing　a　brightness　and　warmth；　which　the　chill　of　the
  evening；　and　the　lowness　of　the　fire　in　the　dining…room；　rendered
  quite　enticing。　　But　Euphra；　who　was　half…across　the　hall；　seeming
  to　divine　his　thoughts；　turned；　and　said；　〃Are　you　not　going　to
  favour　us　with　your　company；　Mr。　Sutherland？〃
  〃With　pleasure；〃　replied　Hugh；　but；　to　cover　his　hesitation；　added；
  〃I　will　be　with　you　presently；〃　and　ran　up　stairs　to　his　own　room。
  〃The　old　gentleman　sits　on　his　dignitycan　hardly　be　said　to　stand
  on　it；〃　thought　he；　as　he　went。　〃The　poor　relation；　as　she　calls
  herself；　treats　me　like　a　guest。　　She　is　mistress　here；　however；
  that　is　clear　enough。〃
  As　he　descended　the　stairs　to　the　drawing…room；　a　voice　rose　through
  the　house；　like　the　voice　of　an　angel。　　At　least　so　thought　Hugh；
  hearing　it　for　the　first　time。　　It　seemed　to　take　his　breath　away；
  as　he　stood　for　a　moment　on　the　stairs；　listening。　　It　was　only
  Euphra　singing　The　Flowers　of　the　Forest。　　The　drawing…room　door　was
  still　open；　and　her　voice　rang　through　the　wide　lofty　hall。　　He
  entered　almost　on　tip…toe；　that　he　might　lose　no　thread　of　the　fine
  tones。Had　she　chosen　the　song　of　Scotland　out　of　compliment　to
  him？She　saw　him　enter；　but　went　on　without　hesitating　even。　　In
  the　high　notes；　her　voice　had　that　peculiar　vibratory　richness　which
  belongs　to　the　nightingale's；　but　he　could　not　help　thinking　that
  the　low　tones　were　deficient　both　in　quality　and　volume。　　The
  expression　and　execution；　however；　would　have　made　up　for　a　thousand
  defects。　　Her　very　soul　seemed　brooding　over　the　dead　upon　Flodden
  field；　as　she　sang　this　most　wailful　of　melodiesthis　embodiment　of
  a　nation's　grief。　　The　song　died　away　as　if　the　last　breath　had　gone
  with　it；　failing　as　it　failed；　and　ceasing　with　its　inspiration；　as
  if　the　voice　that　sang　lived　only　for　and　in　the　song。　　A　moment　of
  intense　silence　followed。　　Then；　before　Hugh　had　half　recovered　from
  the　former；　with　an　almost　grand　dramatic　recoil；　as　if　the　second
  sprang　out　of　the　first；　like　an　eagle　of　might　out　of　an　ocean　of
  weeping；　she　burst　into　Scots　wha　hae。　　She　might　have　been　a　new
  Deborah；　heralding　her　nation　to　battle。　　Hugh　was　transfixed；
  turned　icy　cold；　with　the　excitement　of　his　favourite　song　so
  sung。Was　that　a　glance　of　satisfied　triumph　with　which　Euphra
  looked　at　him　for　a　single　moment？She　sang　the　rest　of　the　song　as
  if　the　battle　were　already　gained；　but　looked　no　more　at　Hugh。
  The　excellence　of　her　tones；　and　the　lambent　fluidity　of　her
  transitions；　if　I　may　be　allowed　the　phrase；　were　made　by　her　art
  quite　subservient　to　the　expression；　and　owed　their　chief　value　to
  the　share　they　bore　in　producing　it。　　Possibly　there　was　a　little
  too　much　of　the　dramatic　in　her　singing；　but　it　was　all　in　good
  taste；　and；　in　a　word；　Hugh　had　never　heard　such　singing　before。　　As
  soon　as　she　had　finished；　she　rose；　and　shut　the　piano。
  〃Do　not；　do　not；〃　faltered　Hugh；　seeking　to　arrest　her　hand；　as　she
  closed　the　instrument。
  〃I　can　sing　nothing　after　that；〃　she　said　with　emotion；　or　perhaps
  excitement；　for　the　trembling　of　her　voice　might　be　attributed　to
  either　cause。　〃Do　not　ask　me。〃
  Hugh　respectfully　desisted；　but　after　a　few　minutes'　pause　ventured
  to　remark：
  〃I　cannot　understand　how　you　should　be　able　to　sing　Scotch　songs　so
  well。　　I　never　heard　any　but　Scotch　women　sing　them；　even　endurably；
  before：　your　singing　of　them　is　perfect。〃
  〃It　seems　to　me；〃　said　Euphra；　speaking　as　if　she　would　rather　have
  remained　silent；　〃that　a　true　musical　penetration　is　independent　of
  styles　and　nationalities。　　It　can　perceive；　or　rather　feel；　and
  reproduce；　at　the　same　moment。　　If　the　music　speaks　Scotch；　the
  musical　nature　hears　Scotch。　　It　can　take　any　shape；　indeed　cannot
  help　taking　any　shape；　presented　to　it。〃
  Hugh　was　yet　further　astonished　by　this　criticism　from　one　whom　he
  had　been　criticising　with　so　much　carelessness　that　very　day。
  〃You　think；　then；〃　said　he；　modestly；　not　as　if　he　would　bring　her
  to　book；　but　as　really　seeking　to　learn　from　her；　〃that　a　true
  musical　nature　can　pour　itself　into　the　mould　of　any　song；　in　entire
  independence　of　association　and　education？〃
  〃Yes；　in　independence　of　any　but　what　it　may　provide　for　itself。〃
  Euphrasia；　however；　had　left　one　important　element　unrepresented　in
  the　construction　of　her　theorynamely；　the　degree　of　capability
  which　a　mind　may　possess　of　sympathy　with　any　given　class　of
  feelings。　　The　blossom　of　the　mind；　whether　it　flower　in　poetry；
  music；　or　any　other　art；　must　be　the　exponent　of　the　nature　and
  condition　of　that　whose　blossom　it　is。　　No　mind；　therefore；
  incapable　of　sympathising　with　the　feelings　whence　it　springs；　can
  interpret　the　music　of　another。　　And　Euphra　herself　was　rather　a
  remarkable　instance　of　this　forgotten　fact。
  Further　conversation　on　the　subject　was　interrupted　by　the　entrance
  of　Mr。　Arnold；　who　looked　rather　annoyed　at　finding　Hugh　in　the
  drawing…room；　and　ordered　Harry　off　to　bed；　with　some　little
  asperity　of　tone。　　The　boy　rose　at　once；　rang　the　bell；　bade　them
  all　good　night；　and　went。　　A　servant　met　him　at　the　door　with　a
  candle；　and　accompanied　him。
  Thought　Hugh：　〃Here　are　several　things　to　be　righted　at　once。　　The
  boy　must　not　have　wine；　and　he　must　have　only　one　dinner
  a…dayespecially　if　he　is　ordered　to　bed　so　early。　　I　must　make　a
  man　of　him　if　I　can。〃
  He　made　inquiries；　and；　with　some　difficulty；　found　out　where　the
  boy　slept。　　During　the　night　he　was　several　times　in　Harry's　room；
  and　once　in　happy　time　to　wake　him　from　a　nightmare　dream。　　The　boy
  was　so　overcome　with　terror；　that　Hugh　got　into　bed　beside　him　and
  comforted　him　to　sleep　in　his　arms。　　Nor　did　he　leave　him　till　it
  was　time　to　get　up；　when　he　stole　back　to　his　own　quarters；　which；
  happily；　were　at　no　very　great　distance。
  I　may　mention　here；　that　it　was　not　long　before　Hugh　succeeded　in
  stopping　the　wine；　and　reducing　the　dinner　to　a　mouthful　of　supper。
  Harry；　as　far　as　he　was　concerned；　yielded　at　once；　and　his　father
  only　held　out　long　enough　to　satisfy　his　own　sense　of　dignity。
  CHAPTER　IV。
  THE　CAVE　IN　THE　STRAW。
  All　knowledge　and　wonder　（which　is　the　seed　of　knowledge）　is　an
  impression　of　pleasure　in　itself。
  LORD　BACON。Advancement　of　Learning。
  The　following　morning　dawned　in　a　cloud；　which；　swathed　about　the
  trees；　wetted　them　down　to　the　roots；　without　having　time　to　become
  rain。　　They　drank　it　in　like　sorrow；　the　only　material　out　of　which
  true　joy　can　be　fashioned。　　This　cloud　of　mist　would　yet　glimmer　in
  a　new　heaven；　namely；　in　the　cloud　of　blooms　which　would　clothe　the
  limes　and　the　chestnuts　and　the　beeches　along　the　ghost's　walk。　　But
  there　was　gloomy　weather　within　doors　as　well；　for　poor　Harry　was
  especially　sensitive　to　variations　of　the　barometer；　without　being
  in　the　least　aware　of　the　fact　himself。　　Again　Hugh　found　him　in　the
  library；　seated　in　his　usual　corner；　with　Polexander　on　his　knees。
  He　half　dropped　the　book　when　Hugh　entered；　and　murmured　with　a
  sigh：
  〃It's　no　use；　I　can't　read　it。〃
  〃What's　the　matter；　Harry？〃　said　his　tutor。
  〃I　should　like　to　tell　you；　but　you　will　laugh　at　me。〃
  〃I　shall　never　laugh　at　you；　Harry。〃
  〃Never？〃
  〃No；　never。〃
  〃Then　tell　me　how　I　can　be　sure　that　I　have　read　this　book。〃
  〃I　do　not　quite　understand　you。〃
  〃All！　　I　was　sure　nobody　could　be　so　stupid　as　I　am。　　Do　you　know；
  Mr。　Sutherland；　I　seem　to　have　read　a　page　from　top　to　bottom
  sometimes；　and　when　I　come　to　the　bottom　I　know　nothing　about　it；
  and　doubt　whether　I　have　read　it　at　all；　and　then　I　stare　at　it　all
  over　again；　till　I　grow　so　queer；　and　sometimes　nearly　scream。　　You
  see　I　must　be　able　to　say　I　have　read　the　book。〃
  〃Why？　　Nobody　will　ever　ask　you。〃
  〃Perhaps　not；　but　you　know　that　is　nothing。　　I　want　to　know　that　I
  have　read　the　bookreally　and　truly　read　it。〃
  Hugh　thought　for　a　moment；　and　seemed　to　see　that　the　boy；　not　being
  strong　enough　to　be　a　law　to　himself；　just　needed　a　benign　law　from
  without；　to　lift　him　from　the　chaos　of　feeble　and　conflicting
  notions　and　impulses　within；　which　generated　a　false　law　of　slavery。
  So　he　said：
  〃Harry；　am　I　your　big　brother？〃
  〃Yes；　Mr。　Sutherland。〃
  〃Then；　ought　you　to　do　what　I　wish；　or　what　you　wish　yourself？〃
  〃What　you　wish；　sir。〃
  〃Th