home together, had been a very sad and 
silent party, unable to attempt comforting each other.  Charlotte's 
 was wild and ungovernable; breaking out into wordnetanger of sobbing, and 
attending to nothing till she was abashed first by a reproof from Mr. 
Ross, and next by the description of Amabel's conduct; when she grew 
ashamed and set herself to atone, by double , for her neglect of 
Charles's .

Charles, however, wanted her little.  He had rather be let alone.  
After one exclamation of, 'My poor Amy!' he said not a word of 
lamentation, but lay hour after hour without speaking, dwelling on the 
happy days he had spent with Guy,--companion, friend, brother,--the 
first beam that had brightened his existence, and taught him to make it 
no longer cheerless; musing on the brilliant promise that had been cut 
off; remembering his  for his most beloved sister, and feeling his 
 with imagining hers.  It was his first , and a very deep 
one.  He seemed to have no  but in Mr. Ross, who contrived to 
come to him every day, and would tell him how fully he shared his 
 and  for Guy, how he had marvelled at his whole 
character, as it had shown itself more