Thus, before daylight in the wintertime, he went to and fro, in his little oilskin cap and cape, and his big comforter, piercing the heavy air with his cry of Morning Paper! which, about an hour before noon, changed to Morning Pepper! which, at about two, changed to Morning Pipper! which in a couple of hours changed to Morning Popper! and so declined with the sun into Evening Pupper! to the great relief and comfort of this young gentlemans spirits. Mrs. Tetterby, his ladymother, who had been sitting with her bonnet and shawl thrown back, as aforesaid, thoughtfully turning her weddingring round and round upon her finger, now rose, and divesting herself of her outofdoor attire, began to lay the cloth for supper. Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me! said Mrs. Tetterby. Thats the way the world goes! Which is the way the world goes, my dear? asked Mr. Tetterby, looking round. Oh, nothing, said Mrs. Tetterby. Mr. Tetterby elevated his eyebrows, folded his newspaper afresh, and carried his eyes up it, and down it, and across it, but was wandering in his attention, and not reading it. Mrs. Tetterby, at the same time, laid the cloth, but rather as if she were punishing the table than preparing the family supper; hitting it unnecessarily hard with the knives and forks, slapping it with the plates, dinting it with the saltcellar, and coming heavily down upon it with the loaf. Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me! said Mrs. Tetterby. Thats the way the world goes! My duck, returned her husband, looking round again, you said that before. Which is the way the world goes? Oh, nothing! said Mrs. Tetterby. Sophia! remonstrated her husband, you said that before, too. Well, Ill say it again if you like, returned Mrs. Tetterby. Oh nothingthere! And again if you like, oh nothingthere! And again if you like, oh nothingnow then! Mr. Tetterby brought his eye to bear upon the partner of his bosom, and said, in mild astonishment My little woman, what has put you out? Im sure I dont know, she retorted. Dont ask me. Who said I was put out at all? I never did. Mr. Tetterby gave up the perusal of his newspaper as a bad job, and, taking a slow walk across the room, with his hands behind him, and his shoulders raisedhis gait according perfectly with the resignation of his manneraddressed himself to his two eldest offspring. Your supper will be ready in a minute, Dolphus, said Mr. Tetterby. Your mother has been out in the wet, to the cooks shop, to buy it. It was very good of your mother so to do. You shall get some supper too, very soon, Johnny. Your mothers pleased with you, my man, for being so attentive to your precious sister. Mrs. Tetterby, without any remark, but with a decided subsidence of her animosity towards the table, finished her preparations, and took, from her ample basket, a substantial slab of hot pease pudding wrapped in paper, and a basin covered with a saucer, which, on being uncovered, sent forth an odour so agreeable, that the three pair of eyes in the two beds opened wide and fixed themselves upon the banquet. Mr. Tetterby, without regarding this tacit invitation to be seated, stood repeating slowly, Yes, yes, your supper will be ready in a minute, Dolphusyour mother went out in the wet, to the cooks shop, to buy it. It was very good of your mother so to dountil Mrs. Tetterby, who had been exhibiting sundry tokens of contrition behind him, caught him round the neck, and wept. Oh, Dolphus! said Mrs. Tetterby, how could I go and behave so? This reconciliation affected Adolphus the younger and Johnny to that degree, that they both, as with one accord, raised a dismal cry, which had the effect of immediately shutting up the round eyes in the beds, and utterly routing the two remaining little Tetterbys, just then stealing in from the adjoining closet to see what was going on in the eating way. I am sure, Dolphus, sobbed Mrs. Tetterby, coming home, I had no more idea than a child unborn Mr. Tetterby seemed to dislike this figure of speech, and observed, Say than the baby, my dear. Had no more idea than the baby, said Mrs. Tetterby.Johnny, dont look at me, but look at her, or shell fall out of your lap and be killed, and then youll die in agonies of a broken heart, and serve you right.No more idea I hadnt than that darling, of being cross when I came home; but somehow, Dolphus Mrs. Tetterby paused, and again turned her weddingring round and round upon her finger. I see! said Mr. Tetterby. I understand! My little woman was put out. Hard times, and hard weather, and hard work, make it trying now and then. I see, bless your soul! No wonder! Dolf, my man, continued Mr. Tetterby, exploring the basin with a fork, heres your mother been and bought, at the cooks shop, besides pease pudding, a whole knuckle of a lovely roast leg of pork, with lots of crackling left upon it, and with seasoning gravy and mustard quite unlimited. Hand in your plate, my boy, and begin while its simmering. Master Adolphus, needing no second summons, received his portion with eyes rendered moist by appetite, and withdrawing to his particular stool, fell upon his supper tooth and nail. Johnny was not forgotten, but received his rations on bread, lest he should, in a flush of gravy, trickle any on the baby. He was required, for similar reasons, to keep his pudding, when not on active service, in his pocket. There might have been more pork on the knucklebone,which knucklebone the carver at the cooks shop had assuredly not forgotten in carving for previous customersbut there was no stint of seasoning, and that is an accessory dreamily suggesting pork, and pleasantly cheating the sense of taste. The pease pudding, too, the gravy and mustard, like the Eastern rose in respect of the nightingale, if they were not absolutely pork, had lived near it; so, upon the whole, there was the flavour of a middlesized pig. It was irresistible to the Tetterbys in bed, who, though professing to slumber peacefully, crawled out when unseen by their parents, and silently appealed to their brothers for any gastronomic token of fraternal affection. They, not hard of heart, presenting scraps in return, it resulted that a party of light skirmishers in nightgowns were careering about the parlour all through supper, which harassed Mr. Tetterby exceedingly, and once or twice imposed upon him the necessity of a charge, before which these guerilla troops retired in all directions and in great confusion. Mrs. Tetterby did not enjoy her supper. There seemed to be something on Mrs. Tetterbys mind. At one time she laughed without reason, and at another time she cried without reason, and at last she laughed and cried together in a manner so very unreasonable that her husband was confounded. My little woman, said Mr. Tetterby, if the world goes that way, it appears to go the wrong way, and to choke you. Give me a drop of water, said Mrs. Tetterby, struggling with herself, and dont speak to me for the present, or take any notice of me. Dont do it! Mr. Tetterby having administered the water, turned suddenly on the unlucky Johnny (who was full of sympathy), and demanded why he was wallowing there, in gluttony and idleness, instead of coming forward with the baby, that the sight of her might revive his mother. Johnny immediately approached, borne down by its weight; but Mrs. Tetterby holding out her hand to signify that she was not in a condition to bear that trying appeal to her feelings, he was interdicted from advancing another inch, on pain of perpetual hatred from all his dearest connections; and accordingly retired to his stool again, and crushed himself as before. After a pause, Mrs. Tetterby said she was better now, and began to laugh. My little woman, said her husband, dubiously, are you quite sure youre better? Or are you, Sophia, about to break out in a fresh direction? No, Dolphus, no, replied his wife. Im quite myself. With that, settling her hair, and pressing the palms of her hands upon her eyes, she laughed again. What a wicked fool I was, to think so for a moment! said Mrs. Tetterby. Come nearer, Dolphus, and let me ease my mind, and tell you what I mean. Let me tell you all about it. Mr. Tetterby bringing his chair closer, Mrs. Tetterby laughed again, gave him a hug, and wiped her eyes. You know, Dolphus, my dear, said Mrs. Tetterby, that when I was single, I might have given myself away in several directions. At one time, four after me at once; two of them were sons of Mars. Were all sons of Mas, my dear, said Mr. Tetterby, jointly with Pas. I dont mean that, replied his wife, I mean soldiersserjeants. Oh! said Mr. Tetterby. Well, Dolphus, Im sure I never think of such things now, to regret them; and Im sure Ive got as good a husband, and would do as much to prove that I was fond of him, as As any little woman in the world, said Mr. Tetterby. Very good. Very good. If Mr. Tetterby had been ten feet high, he could not have expressed a gentler consideration for Mrs. Tetterbys fairylike stature; and if Mrs. Tetterby had been two feet high, she could not have felt it more appropriately her due. But you see, Dolphus, said Mrs. Tetterby, this being Christmastime, when all people who can, make holiday, and when all people who have got money, like to spend some, I did, somehow, get a little out of sorts when I was in the streets just now. There were so many things to be soldsuch delicious things to eat, such fine things to look at, such delightful things to haveand there was so much calculating and calculating necessary, before I durst lay out a sixpence for the commonest thing; and the basket was so large, and wanted so much in it; and my stock of money was so small, and would go such a little way;you hate me, dont you, Dolphus? Not quite, said Mr. Tetterby, as yet. Well! Ill tell you the whole truth, pursued his wife, penitently, and then perhaps you will. I felt all this, so much, when I was trudging about in the cold, and when I saw a lot of other calculating faces and large baskets trudging about, too, that I began to think whether I mightnt have done better, and been happier, ifIhadnt the weddingring went round again, and Mrs. Tetterby shook her downcast head as she turned it. I see, said her husband quietly; if you hadnt married at all, or if you had married somebody else? Yes, sobbed Mrs. Tetterby. Thats really what I thought. Do you hate me now, Dolphus? Why no, said Mr. Tetterby. I dont find that I do, as yet. Mrs. Tetterby gave him a thankful kiss, and went on. I begin to hope you wont, now, Dolphus, though Im afraid I havent told you the worst. I cant think what came over me. I dont know whether I was ill, or mad, or what I was, but I couldnt call up anything that seemed to bind us to each other, or to reconcile me to my fortune. All the pleasures and enjoyments we had ever hadthey seemed so poor and insignificant, I hated them. I could have trodden on them. And I could think of nothing else, except our being poor, and the number of mouths there were at home. Well, well, my dear, said Mr. Tetterby, shaking her hand encouragingly, thats truth, after all. We are poor, and there are a number of mouths at home here. Ah! but, Dolf, Dolf! cried his wife, laying her hands upon his neck, my good, kind, patient fellow, when I had been at home a very little whilehow different! Oh, Dolf, dear, how different it was! I felt as if there was a rush of recollection on me, all at once, that softened my hard heart, and filled it up till it was bursting. All our struggles for a livelihood, all our cares and wants since we have been married, all the times of sickness, all the hours of watching, we have ever had, by one another, or by the children, seemed to speak to me, and say that they had made us one, and that I never might have been, or could have been, or would have been, any other than the wife and mother I am. Then, the cheap enjoyments that I could have trodden on so cruelly, got to be so precious to meOh so priceless, and dear!that I couldnt bear to think how much I had wronged them; and I said, and say again a hundred times, how could I ever behave so, Dolphus, how could I ever have the heart to do it! The good woman, quite carried away by her honest tenderness and remorse, was weeping with all her heart, when she started up with a scream, and ran behind her husband. Her cry was so terrified, that the children started from their sleep and from their beds, and clung about her. Nor did her gaze belie her voice, as she pointed to a pale man in a black cloak who had come into the room. Look at that man! Look there! What does he want? My dear, returned her husband, Ill ask him if youll let me go. Whats the matter! How you shake! I saw him in the street, when I was out just now. He looked at me, and stood near me. I am afraid of him. Afraid of him! Why? I dont know whyIstop! husband! for he was going towards the stranger. She had one hand pressed upon her forehead, and one upon her breast; and there was a peculiar fluttering all over her, and a hurried unsteady motion of her eyes, as if she had lost something. Are you ill, my dear? What is it that is going from me again? she muttered, in a low voice. What is this that is going away? Then she abruptly answered Ill? No, I am quite well, and stood looking vacantly at the floor. Her husband, who had not been altogether free from the infection of her fear at first, and whom the present strangeness of her manner did not tend to reassure, addressed himself to the pale visitor in the black cloak, who stood still, and whose eyes were bent upon the ground. What may be your pleasure, sir, he asked, with us? I fear that my coming in unperceived, returned the visitor, has alarmed you; but you were talking and did not hear me. My little woman saysperhaps you heard her say it, returned Mr. Tetterby, that its not the first time you have alarmed her tonight. I am sorry for it. I remember to have observed her, for a few moments only, in the street. I had no intention of frightening her. As he raised his eyes in speaking, she raised hers. It was extraordinary to see what dread she had of him, and with what dread he observed itand yet how narrowly and closely. My name, he said, is Redlaw. I come from the old college hard by. A young gentleman who is a student there, lodges in your house, does he not? Mr. Denham? said Tetterby. Yes. It was a natural action, and so slight as to be hardly noticeable; but the little man, before speaking again, passed his hand across his forehead, and looked quickly round the room, as though he were sensible of some change in its atmosphere. The Chemist, instantly transferring to him the look of dread he had directed towards the wife, stepped back, and his face turned paler. The gentlemans room, said Tetterby, is upstairs, sir. Theres a more convenient private entrance; but as you have come in here, it will save your going out into the cold, if youll take this little staircase, showing one communicating directly with the parlour, and go up to him that way, if you wish to see him. Yes, I wish to see him, said the Chemist. Can you spare a light? The watchfulness of his haggard look, and the inexplicable distrust that darkened it, seemed to trouble Mr. Tetterby. He paused; and looking fixedly at him in return, stood for a minute or so, like a man stupefied, or fascinated. At length he said, Ill light you, sir, if youll follow me. No, replied the Chemist, I dont wish to be attended, or announced to him. He does not expect me. I would rather go alone. Please to give me the light, if you can spare it, and Ill find the way. In the quickness of his expression of this desire, and in taking the candle from the newsman, he touched him on the breast. Withdrawing his hand hastily, almost as though he had wounded him by accident (for he did not know in what part of himself his new power resided, or how it was communicated, or how the manner of its reception varied in different persons), he turned and ascended the stair. But when he reached the top, he stopped and looked down. The wife was standing in the same place, twisting her ring round and round upon her finger. The husband, with his head bent forward on his breast, was musing heavily and sullenly. The children, still clustering about the mother, gazed timidly after the visitor, and nestled together when they saw him looking down. Come! said the father, roughly. Theres enough of this. Get to bed here! The place is inconvenient and small enough, the mother added, without you. Get to bed! The whole brood, scared and sad, crept away; little Johnny and the baby lagging last. The mother, glancing contemptuously round the sordid room, and tossing from her the fragments of their meal, stopped on the threshold of her task of clearing the table, and sat down, pondering idly and dejectedly. The father betook himself to the chimneycorner, and impatiently raking the small fire together, bent over it as if he would monopolise it all. They did not interchange a word. The Chemist, paler than before, stole upward like a thief; looking back upon the change below, and dreading equally to go on or return. What have I done! he said, confusedly. What am I going to do! To be the benefactor of mankind, he thought he heard a voice reply. He looked round, but there was nothing there; and a passage now shutting out the little parlour from his view, he went on, directing his eyes before him at the way he went. It is only since last night, he muttered gloomily, that I have remained shut up, and yet all things are strange to me. I am strange to myself. I am here, as in a dream. What interest have I in this place, or in any place that I can bring to my remembrance? My mind is going blind! There was a door before him, and he knocked at it. Being invited, by a voice within, to enter, he complied. Is that my kind nurse? said the voice. But I need not ask her. There is no one else to come here. It spoke cheerfully, though in a languid tone, and attracted his attention to a young man lying on a couch, drawn before the chimneypiece, with the back towards the door. A meagre scanty stove, pinched and hollowed like a sick mans cheeks, and bricked into the centre of a hearth that it could scarcely warm, contained the fire, to which his face was turned. Being so near the windy housetop, it wasted quickly, and with a busy sound, and the burning ashes dropped down fast. They chink when they shoot out here, said the student, smiling, so, according to the gossips, they are not coffins, but purses. I shall be well and rich yet, some day, if it please God, and shall live perhaps to love a daughter Milly, in remembrance of the kindest nature and the gentlest heart in the world. He put up his hand as if expecting her to take it, but, being weakened, he lay still, with his face resting on his other hand, and did not turn round. The Chemist glanced about the room;at the students books and papers, piled upon a table in a corner, where they, and his extinguished readinglamp, now prohibited and put away, told of the attentive hours that had gone before this illness, and perhaps caused it;at such signs of his old health and freedom, as the outofdoor attire that hung idle on the wall;at those remembrances of other and less solitary scenes, the little miniatures upon the chimneypiece, and the drawing of home;at that token of his emulation, perhaps, in some sort, of his personal attachment too, the framed engraving of himself, the lookeron. The time had been, only yesterday, when not one of these objects, in its remotest association of interest with the living figure before him, would have been lost on Redlaw. Now, they were but objects; or, if any gleam of such connexion shot upon him, it perplexed, and not enlightened him, as he stood looking round with a dull wonder. The student, recalling the thin hand which had remained so long untouched, raised himself on the couch, and turned his head. Mr. Redlaw! he exclaimed, and started up. Redlaw put out his arm. Dont come nearer to me. I will sit here. Remain you, where you are! He sat down on a chair near the door, and having glanced at the young man standing leaning with his hand upon the couch, spoke with his eyes averted towards the ground. I heard, by an accident, by what accident is no matter, that one of my class was ill and solitary. I received no other description of him, than that he lived in this street. Beginning my inquiries at the first house in it, I have found him. I have been ill, sir, returned the student, not merely with a modest hesitation, but with a kind of awe of him, but am greatly better. An attack of feverof the brain, I believehas weakened me, but I am much better. I cannot say I have been solitary, in my illness, or I should forget the ministering hand that has been near me. You are speaking of the keepers wife, said Redlaw. Yes. The student bent his head, as if he rendered her some silent homage. The Chemist, in whom there was a cold, monotonous apathy, which rendered him more like a marble image on the tomb of the man who had started from his dinner yesterday at the first mention of this students case, than the breathing man himself, glanced again at the student leaning with his hand upon the couch, and looked upon the ground, and in the air, as if for light for his blinded mind. I remembered your name, he said, when it was mentioned to me down stairs, just now; and I recollect your face. We have held but very little personal communication together? Very little. You have retired and withdrawn from me, more than any of the rest, I think? The student signified assent. And why? said the Chemist; not with the least expression of interest, but with a moody, wayward kind of curiosity. Why? How comes it that you have sought to keep especially from me, the knowledge of your remaining here, at this season, when all the rest have dispersed, and of your being ill? I want to know why this is? The young man, who had heard him with increasing agitation, raised his downcast eyes to his face, and clasping his hands together, cried with sudden earnestness and with trembling lips Mr. Redlaw! You have discovered me. You know my secret! Secret? said the Chemist, harshly. I know? Yes! Your manner, so different from the interest and sympathy which endear you to so many hearts, your altered voice, the constraint there is in everything you say, and in your looks, replied the student, warn me that you know me. That you would conceal it, even now, is but a proof to me (God knows I need none!) of your natural kindness and of the bar there is between us. A vacant and contemptuous laugh, was all his answer. But, Mr. Redlaw, said the student, as a just man, and a good man, think how innocent I am, except in name and descent, of participation in any wrong inflicted on you or in any sorrow you have borne. Sorrow! said Redlaw, laughing. Wrong! What are those to me? For Heavens sake, entreated the shrinking student, do not let the mere interchange of a few words with me change you like this, sir! Let me pass again from your knowledge and notice. Let me occupy my old reserved and distant place among those whom you instruct. Know me only by the name I have assumed, and not by that of Longford Longford! exclaimed the other. He clasped his head with both his hands, and for a moment turned upon the young man his own intelligent and thoughtful face. But the light passed from it, like the sunbeam of an instant, and it clouded as before. The name my mother bears, sir, faltered the young man, the name she took, when she might, perhaps, have taken one more honoured. Mr. Redlaw, hesitating, I believe I know that history. Where my information halts, my guesses at what is wanting may supply something not remote from the truth. I am the child of a marriage that has not proved itself a wellassorted or a happy one. From infancy, I have heard you spoken of with honour and respectwith something that was almost reverence. I have heard of such devotion, of such fortitude and tenderness, of such rising up against the obstacles which press men down, that my fancy, since I learnt my little lesson from my mother, has shed a lustre on your name. At last, a poor student myself, from whom could I learn but you? Redlaw, unmoved, unchanged, and looking at him with a staring frown, answered by no word or sign. I cannot say, pursued the other, I should try in vain to say, how much it has impressed me, and affected me, to find the gracious traces of the past, in that certain power of winning gratitude and confidence which is associated among us students (among the humblest of us, most) with Mr. Redlaws generous name. Our ages and positions are so different, sir, and I am so accustomed to regard you from a distance, that I wonder at my own presumption when I touch, however lightly, on that theme. But to one whoI may say, who felt no common interest in my mother onceit may be something to hear, now that all is past, with what indescribable feelings of affection I have, in my obscurity, regarded him; with what pain and reluctance I have kept aloof from his encouragement, when a word of it would have made me rich; yet how I have felt it fit that I should hold my course, content to know him, and to be unknown. Mr. Redlaw, said the student, faintly, what I would have said, I have said ill, for my strength is strange to me as yet; but for anything unworthy in this fraud of mine, forgive me, and for all the rest forget me! The staring frown remained on Redlaws face, and yielded to no other expression until the student, with these words, advanced towards him, as if to touch his hand, when he drew back and cried to him Dont come nearer to me! The young man stopped, shocked by the eagerness of his recoil, and by the sternness of his repulsion; and he passed his hand, thoughtfully, across his forehead. The past is past, said the Chemist. It dies like the brutes. Who talks to me of its traces in my life? He raves or lies! What have I to do with your distempered dreams? If you want money, here it is. I came to offer it; and that is all I came for. There can be nothing else that brings me here, he muttered, holding his head again, with both his hands. There can be nothing else, and yet He had tossed his purse upon the table. As he fell into this dim cogitation with himself, the student took it up, and held it out to him. Take it back, sir, he said proudly, though not angrily. I wish you could take from me, with it, the remembrance of your words and offer. You do? he retorted, with a wild light in his eyes. You do? I do! The Chemist went close to him, for the first time, and took the purse, and turned him by the arm, and looked him in the face. There is sorrow and trouble in sickness, is there not? he demanded, with a laugh. The wondering student answered, Yes. In its unrest, in its anxiety, in its suspense, in all its train of physical and mental miseries? said the Chemist, with a wild unearthly exultation. All best forgotten, are they not? The student did not answer, but again passed his hand, confusedly, across his forehead. Redlaw still held him by the sleeve, when Millys voice was heard outside. I can see very well now, she said, thank you, Dolf. Dont cry, dear. Father and mother will be comfortable again, tomorrow, and home will be comfortable too. A gentleman with him, is there! Redlaw released his hold, as he listened. I have feared, from the first moment, he murmured to himself, to meet her. There is a steady quality of goodness in her, that I dread to influence. I may be the murderer of what is tenderest and best within her bosom. She was knocking at the door. Shall I dismiss it as an idle foreboding, or still avoid her? he muttered, looking uneasily around. She was knocking at the door again. Of all the visitors who could come here, he said, in a hoarse alarmed voice, turning to his companion, this is the one I should desire most to avoid. Hide me! The student opened a frail door in the wall, communicating where the garretroof began to slope towards the floor, with a small inner room. Redlaw passed in hastily, and shut it after him. The student then resumed his place upon the couch, and called to her to enter. Dear Mr. Edmund, said Milly, looking round, they told me there was a gentleman here. There is no one here but I. There has been some one? Yes, yes, there has been some one. She put her little basket on the table, and went up to the back of the couch, as if to take the extended handbut it was not there. A little surprised, in her quiet way, she leaned over to look at his face, and gently touched him on the brow. Are you quite as well tonight? Your head is not so cool as in the afternoon. Tut! said the student, petulantly, very little ails me. A little more surprise, but no reproach, was expressed in her face, as she withdrew to the other side of the table, and took a small packet of needlework from her basket. But she laid it down again, on second thoughts, and going noiselessly about the room, set everything exactly in its place, and in the neatest order; even to the cushions on the couch, which she touched with so light a hand, that he hardly seemed to know it, as he lay looking at the fire. When all this was done, and she had swept the hearth, she sat down, in her modest little bonnet, to her work, and was quietly busy on it directly. Its the new muslin curtain for the window, Mr. Edmund, said Milly, stitching away as she talked. It will look very clean and nice, though it costs very little, and will save your eyes, too, from the light. My William says the room should not be too light just now, when you are recovering so well, or the glare might make you giddy. He said nothing; but there was something so fretful and impatient in his change of position, that her quick fingers stopped, and she looked at him anxiously. The pillows are not comfortable, she said, laying down her work and rising. I will soon put them right. They are very well, he answered. Leave them alone, pray. You make so much of everything. He raised his head to say this, and looked at her so thanklessly, that, after he had thrown himself down again, she stood timidly pausing. However, she resumed her seat, and her needle, without having directed even a murmuring look towards him, and was soon as busy as before. I have been thinking, Mr. Edmund, that you have been often thinking of late, when I have been sitting by, how true the saying is, that adversity is a good teacher. Health will be more precious to you, after this illness, than it has ever been. And years hence, when this time of year comes round, and you remember the days when you lay here sick, alone, that the knowledge of your illness might not afflict those who are dearest to you, your home will be doubly dear and doubly blest. Now, isnt that a good, true thing? She was too intent upon her work, and too earnest in what she said, and too composed and quiet altogether, to be on the watch for any look he might direct towards her in reply; so the shaft of his ungrateful glance fell harmless, and did not wound her. Ah! said Milly, with her pretty head inclining thoughtfully on one side, as she looked down, following her busy fingers with her eyes. Even on meand I am very different from you, Mr. Edmund, for I have no learning, and dont know how to think properlythis view of such things has made a great impression, since you have been lying ill. When I have seen you so touched by the kindness and attention of the poor people down stairs, I have felt that you thought even that experience some repayment for the loss of health, and I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us. His getting up from the couch, interrupted her, or she was going on to say more. We neednt magnify the merit, Mrs. William, he rejoined slightingly.


The people down stairs will be paid in good time I dare say, for any little extra service they may have rendered me; and perhaps they anticipate no less. I am much obliged to you, too. Her fingers stopped, and she looked at him. I cant be made to feel the more obliged by your exaggerating the case, he said. I am sensible that you have been interested in me, and I say I am much obliged to you. What more would you have? Her work fell on her lap, as she still looked at him walking to and fro with an intolerant air, and stopping now and then. I say again, I am much obliged to you. Why weaken my sense of what is your due in obligation, by preferring enormous claims upon me? Trouble, sorrow, affliction, adversity! One might suppose I had been dying a score of deaths here! Do you believe, Mr. Edmund, she asked, rising and going nearer to him, that I spoke of the poor people of the house, with any reference to myself? To me? laying her hand upon her bosom with a simple and innocent smile of astonishment. Oh! I think nothing about it, my good creature, he returned. I have had an indisposition, which your solicitudeobserve! I say solicitudemakes a great deal more of, than it merits; and its over, and we cant perpetuate it. He coldly took a book, and sat down at the table. She watched him for a little while, until her smile was quite gone, and then, returning to where her basket was, said gently Mr. Edmund, would you rather be alone? There is no reason why I should detain you here, he replied. Except said Milly, hesitating, and showing her work. Oh! the curtain, he answered, with a supercilious laugh. Thats not worth staying for. She made up the little packet again, and put it in her basket. Then, standing before him with such an air of patient entreaty that he could not choose but look at her, she said If you should want me, I will come back willingly. When you did want me, I was quite happy to come; there was no merit in it. I think you must be afraid, that, now you are getting well, I may be troublesome to you; but I should not have been, indeed. I should have come no longer than your weakness and confinement lasted. You owe me nothing; but it is right that you should deal as justly by me as if I was a ladyeven the very lady that you love; and if you suspect me of meanly making much of the little I have tried to do to comfort your sick room, you do yourself more wrong than ever you can do me. That is why I am sorry. That is why I am very sorry. If she had been as passionate as she was quiet, as indignant as she was calm, as angry in her look as she was gentle, as loud of tone as she was low and clear, she might have left no sense of her departure in the room, compared with that which fell upon the lonely student when she went away. He was gazing drearily upon the place where she had been, when Redlaw came out of his concealment, and came to the door. When sickness lays its hand on you again, he said, looking fiercely back at him, may it be soon!Die here! Rot here! What have you done? returned the other, catching at his cloak. What change have you wrought in me? What curse have you brought upon me? Give me back myself! Give me back myself! exclaimed Redlaw like a madman. I am infected! I am infectious! I am charged with poison for my own mind, and the minds of all mankind. Where I felt interest, compassion, sympathy, I am turning into stone. Selfishness and ingratitude spring up in my blighting footsteps. I am only so much less base than the wretches whom I make so, that in the moment of their transformation I can hate them. As he spokethe young man still holding to his cloakhe cast him off, and struck him then, wildly hurried out into the night air where the wind was blowing, the snow falling, the clouddrift sweeping on, the moon dimly shining; and where, blowing in the wind, falling with the snow, drifting with the clouds, shining in the moonlight, and heavily looming in the darkness, were the Phantoms words, The gift that I have given, you shall give again, go where you will! Whither he went, he neither knew nor cared, so that he avoided company. The change he felt within him made the busy streets a desert, and himself a desert, and the multitude around him, in their manifold endurances and ways of life, a mighty waste of sand, which the winds tossed into unintelligible heaps and made a ruinous confusion of. Those traces in his breast which the Phantom had told him would die out soon, were not, as yet, so far upon their way to death, but that he understood enough of what he was, and what he made of others, to desire to be alone. This put it in his mindhe suddenly bethought himself, as he was going along, of the boy who had rushed into his room. And then he recollected, that of those with whom he had communicated since the Phantoms disappearance, that boy alone had shown no sign of being changed. Monstrous and odious as the wild thing was to him, he determined to seek it out, and prove if this were really so; and also to seek it with another intention, which came into his thoughts at the same time. So, resolving with some difficulty where he was, he directed his steps back to the old college, and to that part of it where the general porch was, and where, alone, the pavement was worn by the tread of the students feet. The keepers house stood just within the iron gates, forming a part of the chief quadrangle. There was a little cloister outside, and from that sheltered place he knew he could look in at the window of their ordinary room, and see who was within. The iron gates were shut, but his hand was familiar with the fastening, and drawing it back by thrusting in his wrist between the bars, he passed through softly, shut it again, and crept up to the window, crumbling the thin crust of snow with his feet. The fire, to which he had directed the boy last night, shining brightly through the glass, made an illuminated place upon the ground. Instinctively avoiding this, and going round it, he looked in at the window. At first, he thought that there was no one there, and that the blaze was reddening only the old beams in the ceiling and the dark walls; but peering in more narrowly, he saw the object of his search coiled asleep before it on the floor. He passed quickly to the door, opened it, and went in. The creature lay in such a fiery heat, that, as the Chemist stooped to rouse him, it scorched his head. So soon as he was touched, the boy, not half awake, clutching his rags together with the instinct of flight upon him, half rolled and half ran into a distant corner of the room, where, heaped upon the ground, he struck his foot out to defend himself. Get up! said the Chemist. You have not forgotten me? You let me alone! returned the boy. This is the womans housenot yours. The Chemists steady eye controlled him somewhat, or inspired him with enough submission to be raised upon his feet, and looked at. Who washed them, and put those bandages where they were bruised and cracked? asked the Chemist, pointing to their altered state. The woman did. And is it she who has made you cleaner in the face, too? Yes, the woman. Redlaw asked these questions to attract his eyes towards himself, and with the same intent now held him by the chin, and threw his wild hair back, though he loathed to touch him. The boy watched his eyes keenly, as if he thought it needful to his own defence, not knowing what he might do next; and Redlaw could see well that no change came over him. Where are they? he inquired. The womans out. I know she is. Where is the old man with the white hair, and his son? The womans husband, dye mean? inquired the boy. Ay. Where are those two? Out. Somethings the matter, somewhere. They were fetched out in a hurry, and told me to stop here. Come with me, said the Chemist, and Ill give you money. Come where? and how much will you give? Ill give you more shillings than you ever saw, and bring you back soon. Do you know your way to where you came from? You let me go, returned the boy, suddenly twisting out of his grasp. Im not a going to take you there. Let me be, or Ill heave some fire at you! He was down before it, and ready, with his savage little hand, to pluck the burning coals out. What the Chemist had felt, in observing the effect of his charmed influence stealing over those with whom he came in contact, was not nearly equal to the cold vague terror with which he saw this babymonster put it at defiance. It chilled his blood to look on the immovable impenetrable thing, in the likeness of a child, with its sharp malignant face turned up to his, and its almost infant hand, ready at the bars. Listen, boy! he said. You shall take me where you please, so that you take me where the people are very miserable or very wicked. I want to do them good, and not to harm them. You shall have money, as I have told you, and I will bring you back. Get up! Come quickly! He made a hasty step towards the door, afraid of her returning. Will you let me walk by myself, and never hold me, nor yet touch me? said the boy, slowly withdrawing the hand with which he threatened, and beginning to get up. I will! And let me go, before, behind, or anyways I like? I will! Give me some money first, then, and go. The Chemist laid a few shillings, one by one, in his extended hand. To count them was beyond the boys knowledge, but he said one, every time, and avariciously looked at each as it was given, and at the donor. He had nowhere to put them, out of his hand, but in his mouth; and he put them there. Redlaw then wrote with his pencil on a leaf of his pocketbook, that the boy was with him; and laying it on the table, signed to him to follow. Keeping his rags together, as usual, the boy complied, and went out with his bare head and naked feet into the winter night. Preferring not to depart by the iron gate by which he had entered, where they were in danger of meeting her whom he so anxiously avoided, the Chemist led the way, through some of those passages among which the boy had lost himself, and by that portion of the building where he lived, to a small door of which he had the key. When they got into the street, he stopped to ask his guidewho instantly retreated from himif he knew where they were. The savage thing looked here and there, and at length, nodding his head, pointed in the direction he designed to take. Redlaw going on at once, he followed, something less suspiciously; shifting his money from his mouth into his hand, and back again into his mouth, and stealthily rubbing it bright upon his shreds of dress, as he went along. Three times, in their progress, they were side by side. Three times they stopped, being side by side. Three times the Chemist glanced down at his face, and shuddered as it forced upon him one reflection. The first occasion was when they were crossing an old churchyard, and Redlaw stopped among the graves, utterly at a loss how to connect them with any tender, softening, or consolatory thought. The second was, when the breaking forth of the moon induced him to look up at the Heavens, where he saw her in her glory, surrounded by a host of stars he still knew by the names and histories which human science has appended to them; but where he saw nothing else he had been wont to see, felt nothing he had been wont to feel, in looking up there, on a bright night. The third was when he stopped to listen to a plaintive strain of music, but could only hear a tune, made manifest to him by the dry mechanism of the instruments and his own ears, with no address to any mystery within him, without a whisper in it of the past, or of the future, powerless upon him as the sound of last years running water, or the rushing of last years wind. At each of these three times, he saw with horror that, in spite of the vast intellectual distance between them, and their being unlike each other in all physical respects, the expression on the boys face was the expression on his own. They journeyed on for some timenow through such crowded places, that he often looked over his shoulder thinking he had lost his guide, but generally finding him within his shadow on his other side; now by ways so quiet, that he could have counted his short, quick, naked footsteps coming on behinduntil they arrived at a ruinous collection of houses, and the boy touched him and stopped. In there! he said, pointing out one house where there were shattered lights in the windows, and a dim lantern in the doorway, with Lodgings for Travellers painted on it. Redlaw looked about him; from the houses to the waste piece of ground on which the houses stood, or rather did not altogether tumble down, unfenced, undrained, unlighted, and bordered by a sluggish ditch; from that, to the sloping line of arches, part of some neighbouring viaduct or bridge with which it was surrounded, and which lessened gradually towards them, until the last but one was a mere kennel for a dog, the last a plundered little heap of bricks; from that, to the child, close to him, cowering and trembling with the cold, and limping on one little foot, while he coiled the other round his leg to warm it, yet staring at all these things with that frightful likeness of expression so apparent in his face, that Redlaw started from him. In there! said the boy, pointing out the house again. Ill wait. Will they let me in? asked Redlaw. Say youre a doctor, he answered with a nod. Theres plenty ill here. Looking back on his way to the housedoor, Redlaw saw him trail himself upon the dust and crawl within the shelter of the smallest arch, as if he were a rat. He had no pity for the thing, but he was afraid of it; and when it looked out of its den at him, he hurried to the house as a retreat. Sorrow, wrong, and trouble, said the Chemist, with a painful effort at some more distinct remembrance, at least haunt this place darkly. He can do no harm, who brings forgetfulness of such things here! With these words, he pushed the yielding door, and went in. There was a woman sitting on the stairs, either asleep or forlorn, whose head was bent down on her hands and knees. As it was not easy to pass without treading on her, and as she was perfectly regardless of his near approach, he stopped, and touched her on the shoulder. Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring. With little or no show of concern on his account, she moved nearer to the wall to leave him a wider passage. What are you? said Redlaw, pausing, with his hand upon the broken stairrail. What do you think I am? she answered, showing him her face again. He looked upon the ruined Temple of God, so lately made, so soon disfigured; and something, which was not compassionfor the springs in which a true compassion for such miseries has its rise, were dried up in his breastbut which was nearer to it, for the moment, than any feeling that had lately struggled into the darkening, but not yet wholly darkened, night of his mindmingled a touch of softness with his next words. I am come here to give relief, if I can, he said. Are you thinking of any wrong? She frowned at him, and then laughed; and then her laugh prolonged itself into a shivering sigh, as she dropped her head again, and hid her fingers in her hair. Are you thinking of a wrong? he asked once more. I am thinking of my life, she said, with a mometary look at him. He had a perception that she was one of many, and that he saw the type of thousands, when he saw her, drooping at his feet. What are your parents? he demanded. I had a good home once. My father was a gardener, far away, in the country. Is he dead? Hes dead to me. All such things are dead to me. You a gentleman, and not know that! She raised her eyes again, and laughed at him. Girl! said Redlaw, sternly, before this death, of all such things, was brought about, was there no wrong done to you? In spite of all that you can do, does no remembrance of wrong cleave to you? Are there not times upon times when it is misery to you? So little of what was womanly was left in her appearance, that now, when she burst into tears, he stood amazed. But he was more amazed, and much disquieted, to note that in her awakened recollection of this wrong, the first trace of her old humanity and frozen tenderness appeared to show itself. He drew a little off, and in doing so, observed that her arms were black, her face cut, and her bosom bruised. What brutal hand has hurt you so? he asked. My own. I did it myself! she answered quickly. It is impossible. Ill swear I did! He didnt touch me. I did it to myself in a passion, and threw myself down here. He wasnt near me. He never laid a hand upon me! In the white determination of her face, confronting him with this untruth, he saw enough of the last perversion and distortion of good surviving in that miserable breast, to be stricken with remorse that he had ever come near her. Sorrow, wrong, and trouble! he muttered, turning his fearful gaze away. All that connects her with the state from which she has fallen, has those roots! In the name of God, let me go by! Afraid to look at her again, afraid to touch her, afraid to think of having sundered the last thread by which she held upon the mercy of Heaven, he gathered his cloak about him, and glided swiftly up the stairs. Opposite to him, on the landing, was a door, which stood partly open, and which, as he ascended, a man with a candle in his hand, came forward from within to shut. But this man, on seeing him, drew back, with much emotion in his manner, and, as if by a sudden impulse, mentioned his name aloud. In the surprise of such a recognition there, he stopped, endeavouring to recollect the wan and startled face. He had no time to consider it, for, to his yet greater amazement, old Philip came out of the room, and took him by the hand. Mr. Redlaw, said the old man, this is like you, this is like you, sir! you have heard of it, and have come after us to render any help you can. Ah, too late, too late! Redlaw, with a bewildered look, submitted to be led into the room. A man lay there, on a trucklebed, and William Swidger stood at the bedside. Too late! murmured the old man, looking wistfully into the Chemists face; and the tears stole down his cheeks. Thats what I say, father, interposed his son in a low voice. Thats where it is, exactly. To keep as quiet as ever we can while hes a dozing, is the only thing to do. Youre right, father! Redlaw paused at the bedside, and looked down on the figure that was stretched upon the mattress. It was that of a man, who should have been in the vigour of his life, but on whom it was not likely the sun would ever shine again. The vices of his forty or fifty years career had so branded him, that, in comparison with their effects upon his face, the heavy hand of Time upon the old mans face who watched him had been merciful and beautifying. Who is this? asked the Chemist, looking round. My son George, Mr. Redlaw, said the old man, wringing his hands. My eldest son, George, who was more his mothers pride than all the rest! Redlaws eyes wandered from the old mans grey head, as he laid it down upon the bed, to the person who had recognised him, and who had kept aloof, in the remotest corner of the room. He seemed to be about his own age; and although he knew no such hopeless decay and broken man as he appeared to be, there was something in the turn of his figure, as he stood with his back towards him, and now went out at the door, that made him pass his hand uneasily across his brow. William, he said in a gloomy whisper, who is that man? Why you see, sir, returned Mr. William, thats what I say, myself. Why should a man ever go and gamble, and the like of that, and let himself down inch by inch till he cant let himself down any lower! Has he done so? asked Redlaw, glancing after him with the same uneasy action as before. Just exactly that, sir, returned William Swidger, as Im told. He knows a little about medicine, sir, it seems; and having been wayfaring towards London with my unhappy brother that you see here, Mr. William passed his coatsleeve across his eyes, and being lodging up stairs for the nightwhat I say, you see, is that strange companions come together here sometimeshe looked in to attend upon him, and came for us at his request. What a mournful spectacle, sir! But thats where it is. Its enough to kill my father! Redlaw looked up, at these words, and, recalling where he was and with whom, and the spell he carried with himwhich his surprise had obscuredretired a little, hurriedly, debating with himself whether to shun the house that moment, or remain. Yielding to a certain sullen doggedness, which it seemed to be a part of his condition to struggle with, he argued for remaining. Was it only yesterday, he said, when I observed the memory of this old man to be a tissue of sorrow and trouble, and shall I be afraid, tonight, to shake it? Are such remembrances as I can drive away, so precious to this dying man that I need fear for him? No! Ill stay here. But he stayed in fear and trembling none the less for these words; and, shrouded in his black cloak with his face turned from them, stood away from the bedside, listening to what they said, as if he felt himself a demon in the place. Father! murmured the sick man, rallying a little from stupor. My boy! My son George! said old Philip. You spoke, just now, of my being mothers favourite, long ago. Its a dreadful thing to think now, of long ago! No, no, no; returned the old man. Think of it. Dont say its dreadful. Its not dreadful to me, my son. It cuts you to the heart, father. For the old mans tears were falling on him. Yes, yes, said Philip, so it does; but it does me good. Its a heavy sorrow to think of that time, but it does me good, George. Oh, think of it too, think of it too, and your heart will be softened more and more! Wheres my son William? William, my boy, your mother loved him dearly to the last, and with her latest breath said, Tell him I forgave him, blessed him, and prayed for him. Those were her words to me. I have never forgotten them, and Im eightyseven! Father! said the man upon the bed, I am dying, I know. I am so far gone, that I can hardly speak, even of what my mind most runs on. Is there any hope for me beyond this bed? There is hope, returned the old man, for all who are softened and penitent. There is hope for all such. Oh! he exclaimed, clasping his hands and looking up, I was thankful, only yesterday, that I could remember this unhappy son when he was an innocent child. But what a comfort it is, now, to think that even God himself has that remembrance of him! Redlaw spread his hands upon his face, and shrank, like a murderer. Ah! feebly moaned the man upon the bed. The waste since then, the waste of life since then! But he was a child once, said the old man. He played with children. Before he lay down on his bed at night, and fell into his guiltless rest, he said his prayers at his poor mothers knee. I have seen him do it, many a time; and seen her lay his head upon her breast, and kiss him. Sorrowful as it was to her and me, to think of this, when he went so wrong, and when our hopes and plans for him were all broken, this gave him still a hold upon us, that nothing else could have given. Oh, Father, so much better than the fathers upon earth! Oh, Father, so much more afflicted by the errors of Thy children! take this wanderer back! Not as he is, but as he was then, let him cry to Thee, as he has so often seemed to cry to us! As the old man lifted up his trembling hands, the son, for whom he made the supplication, laid his sinking head against him for support and comfort, as if he were indeed the child of whom he spoke. When did man ever tremble, as Redlaw trembled, in the silence that ensued! He knew it must come upon them, knew that it was coming fast. My time is very short, my breath is shorter, said the sick man, supporting himself on one arm, and with the other groping in the air, and I remember there is something on my mind concerning the man who was here just now, Father and Williamwait!is there really anything in black, out there? Yes, yes, it is real, said his aged father. Is it a man? What I say myself, George, interposed his brother, bending kindly over him. Its Mr. Redlaw. I thought I had dreamed of him. Ask him to come here. The Chemist, whiter than the dying man, appeared before him. Obedient to the motion of his hand, he sat upon the bed. It has been so ripped up, tonight, sir, said the sick man, laying his hand upon his heart, with a look in which the mute, imploring agony of his condition was concentrated, by the sight of my poor old father, and the thought of all the trouble I have been the cause of, and all the wrong and sorrow lying at my door, that Was it the extremity to which he had come, or was it the dawning of another change, that made him stop? that what I can do right, with my mind running on so much, so fast, Ill try to do. There was another man here. Did you see him? Redlaw could not reply by any word; for when he saw that fatal sign he knew so well now, of the wandering hand upon the forehead, his voice died at his lips. But he made some indication of assent. He is penniless, hungry, and destitute. He is completely beaten down, and has no resource at all. Look after him! Lose no time! I know he has it in his mind to kill himself. It was working. It was on his face. His face was changing, hardening, deepening in all its shades, and losing all its sorrow. Dont you remember? Dont you know him? he pursued. He shut his face out for a moment, with the hand that again wandered over his forehead, and then it lowered on Redlaw, reckless, ruffianly, and callous. Why, dn you! he said, scowling round, what have you been doing to me here! I have lived bold, and I mean to die bold. To the Devil with you! And so lay down upon his bed, and put his arms up, over his head and ears, as resolute from that time to keep out all access, and to die in his indifference. If Redlaw had been struck by lightning, it could not have struck him from the bedside with a more tremendous shock. But the old man, who had left the bed while his son was speaking to him, now returning, avoided it quickly likewise, and with abhorrence. Wheres my boy William? said the old man hurriedly. William, come away from here. Well go home. Home, father! returned William. Are you going to leave your own son? Wheres my own son? replied the old man. Where? why, there! Thats no son of mine, said Philip, trembling with resentment. No such wretch as that, has any claim on me. My children are pleasant to look at, and they wait upon me, and get my meat and drink ready, and are useful to me. Ive a right to it! Im eightyseven! Youre old enough to be no older, muttered William, looking at him grudgingly, with his hands in his pockets. I dont know what good you are, myself. We could have a deal more pleasure without you. My son, Mr. Redlaw! said the old man. My son, too! The boy talking to me of my son! Why, what has he ever done to give me any pleasure, I should like to know? I dont know what you have ever done to give me any pleasure, said William, sulkily. Let me think, said the old man. For how many Christmas times running, have I sat in my warm place, and never had to come out in the cold night air; and have made good cheer, without being disturbed by any such uncomfortable, wretched sight as him there? Is it twenty, William? Nigher forty, it seems, he muttered. Why, when I look at my father, sir, and come to think of it, addressing Redlaw, with an impatience and irritation that were quite new, Im whipped if I can see anything in him but a calendar of ever so many years of eating and drinking, and making himself comfortable, over and over again. IIm eightyseven, said the old man, rambling on, childishly and weakly, and I dont know as I ever was much put out by anything. Im not going to begin now, because of what he calls my son. Hes not my son. Ive had a power of pleasant times. I recollect onceno I dontno, its broken off. It was something about a game of cricket and a friend of mine, but its somehow broken off. I wonder who he wasI suppose I liked him? And I wonder what became of himI suppose he died? But I dont know. And I dont care, neither; I dont care a bit. In his drowsy chuckling, and the shaking of his head, he put his hands into his waistcoat pockets. In one of them he found a bit of holly (left there, probably last night), which he now took out, and looked at. Berries, eh? said the old man. Ah! Its a pity theyre not good to eat. I recollect, when I was a little chap about as high as that, and out a walking withlet me seewho was I out a walking with?no, I dont remember how that was. I dont remember as I ever walked with any one particular, or cared for any one, or any one for me. Berries, eh? Theres good cheer when theres berries. Well; I ought to have my share of it, and to be waited on, and kept warm and comfortable; for Im eightyseven, and a poor old man. Im eightyseven. Eightyseven! The drivelling, pitiable manner in which, as he repeated this, he nibbled at the leaves, and spat the morsels out; the cold, uninterested eye with which his youngest son (so changed) regarded him; the determined apathy with which his eldest son lay hardened in his sin; impressed themselves no more on Redlaws observation,for he broke his way from the spot to which his feet seemed to have been fixed, and ran out of the house. His guide came crawling forth from his place of refuge, and was ready for him before he reached the arches. Back to the womans? he inquired. Back, quickly! answered Redlaw. Stop nowhere on the way! For a short distance the boy went on before; but their return was more like a flight than a walk, and it was as much as his bare feet could do, to keep pace with the Chemists rapid strides. Shrinking from all who passed, shrouded in his cloak, and keeping it drawn closely about him, as though there were mortal contagion in any fluttering touch of his garments, he made no pause until they reached the door by which they had come out. He unlocked it with his key, went in, accompanied by the boy, and hastened through the dark passages to his own chamber. The boy watched him as he made the door fast, and withdrew behind the table, when he looked round. Come! he said. Dont you touch me! Youve not brought me here to take my money away. Redlaw threw some more upon the ground. He flung his body on it immediately, as if to hide it from him, lest the sight of it should tempt him to reclaim it; and not until he saw him seated by his lamp, with his face hidden in his hands, began furtively to pick it up. When he had done so, he crept near the fire, and, sitting down in a great chair before it, took from his breast some broken scraps of food, and fell to munching, and to staring at the blaze, and now and then to glancing at his shillings, which he kept clenched up in a bunch, in one hand. And this, said Redlaw, gazing on him with increased repugnance and fear, is the only one companion I have left on earth! How long it was before he was aroused from his contemplation of this creature, whom he dreaded sowhether halfanhour, or half the nighthe knew not. But the stillness of the room was broken by the boy (whom he had seen listening) starting up, and running towards the door. Heres the woman coming! he exclaimed. The Chemist stopped him on his way, at the moment when she knocked. Let me go to her, will you? said the boy. Not now, returned the Chemist. Stay here. Nobody must pass in or out of the room now. Whos that? Its I, sir, cried Milly. Pray, sir, let me in! No! not for the world! he said. Mr. Redlaw, Mr. Redlaw, pray, sir, let me in. What is the matter? he said, holding the boy.


The miserable man you saw, is worse, and nothing I can say will wake him from his terrible infatuation. Williams father has turned childish in a moment, William himself is changed. The shock has been too sudden for him; I cannot understand him; he is not like himself. Oh, Mr. Redlaw, pray advise me, help me! No! No! No! he answered. Mr. Redlaw! Dear sir! George has been muttering, in his doze, about the man you saw there, who, he fears, will kill himself. Better he should do it, than come near me! He says, in his wandering, that you know him; that he was your friend once, long ago; that he is the ruined father of a student heremy mind misgives me, of the young gentleman who has been ill. What is to be done? How is he to be followed? How is he to be saved? Mr. Redlaw, pray, oh, pray, advise me! Help me! All this time he held the boy, who was halfmad to pass him, and let her in. Phantoms! Punishers of impious thoughts! cried Redlaw, gazing round in anguish, look upon me! From the darkness of my mind, let the glimmering of contrition that I know is there, shine up and show my misery! In the material world as I have long taught, nothing can be spared; no step or atom in the wondrous structure could be lost, without a blank being made in the great universe. I know, now, that it is the same with good and evil, happiness and sorrow, in the memories of men. Pity me! Relieve me! There was no response, but her Help me, help me, let me in! and the boys struggling to get to her. Shadow of myself! Spirit of my darker hours! cried Redlaw, in distraction, come back, and haunt me day and night, but take this gift away! Or, if it must still rest with me, deprive me of the dreadful power of giving it to others. Undo what I have done. Leave me benighted, but restore the day to those whom I have cursed. As I have spared this woman from the first, and as I never will go forth again, but will die here, with no hand to tend me, save this creatures who is proof against me,hear me! The only reply still was, the boy struggling to get to her, while he held him back; and the cry, increasing in its energy, Help! let me in. He was your friend once, how shall he be followed, how shall he be saved? They are all changed, there is no one else to help me, pray, pray, let me in! Chapter 3. The Gift Reversed Night was still heavy in the sky. On open plains, from hilltops, and from the decks of solitary ships at sea, a distant lowlying line, that promised byandby to change to light, was visible in the dim horizon; but its promise was remote and doubtful, and the moon was striving with the nightclouds busily. The shadows upon Redlaws mind succeeded thick and fast to one another, and obscured its light as the nightclouds hovered between the moon and earth, and kept the latter veiled in darkness. Fitful and uncertain as the shadows which the nightclouds cast, were their concealments from him, and imperfect revelations to him; and, like the nightclouds still, if the clear light broke forth for a moment, it was only that they might sweep over it, and make the darkness deeper than before. Without, there was a profound and solemn hush upon the ancient pile of building, and its buttresses and angles made dark shapes of mystery upon the ground, which now seemed to retire into the smooth white snow and now seemed to come out of it, as the moons path was more or less beset. Within, the Chemists room was indistinct and murky, by the light of the expiring lamp; a ghostly silence had succeeded to the knocking and the voice outside; nothing was audible but, now and then, a low sound among the whitened ashes of the fire, as of its yielding up its last breath. Before it on the ground the boy lay fast asleep. In his chair, the Chemist sat, as he had sat there since the calling at his door had ceasedlike a man turned to stone. At such a time, the Christmas music he had heard before, began to play. He listened to it at first, as he had listened in the churchyard; but presentlyit playing still, and being borne towards him on the night air, in a low, sweet, melancholy strainhe rose, and stood stretching his hands about him, as if there were some friend approaching within his reach, on whom his desolate touch might rest, yet do no harm. As he did this, his face became less fixed and wondering; a gentle trembling came upon him; and at last his eyes filled with tears, and he put his hands before them, and bowed down his head. His memory of sorrow, wrong, and trouble, had not come back to him; he knew that it was not restored; he had no passing belief or hope that it was. But some dumb stir within him made him capable, again, of being moved by what was hidden, afar off, in the music. If it were only that it told him sorrowfully the value of what he had lost, he thanked Heaven for it with a fervent gratitude. As the last chord died upon his ear, he raised his head to listen to its lingering vibration. Beyond the boy, so that his sleeping figure lay at its feet, the Phantom stood, immovable and silent, with its eyes upon him. Ghastly it was, as it had ever been, but not so cruel and relentless in its aspector he thought or hoped so, as he looked upon it trembling. It was not alone, but in its shadowy hand it held another hand. And whose was that? Was the form that stood beside it indeed Millys, or but her shade and picture? The quiet head was bent a little, as her manner was, and her eyes were looking down, as if in pity, on the sleeping child. A radiant light fell on her face, but did not touch the Phantom; for, though close beside her, it was dark and colourless as ever. Spectre! said the Chemist, newly troubled as he looked, I have not been stubborn or presumptuous in respect of her. Oh, do not bring her here. Spare me that! This is but a shadow, said the Phantom; when the morning shines seek out the reality whose image I present before you. Is it my inexorable doom to do so? cried the Chemist. It is, replied the Phantom. To destroy her peace, her goodness; to make her what I am myself, and what I have made of others! I have said seek her out, returned the Phantom. I have said no more. Oh, tell me, exclaimed Redlaw, catching at the hope which he fancied might lie hidden in the words. Can I undo what I have done? No, returned the Phantom. I do not ask for restoration to myself, said Redlaw. What I abandoned, I abandoned of my own free will, and have justly lost. But for those to whom I have transferred the fatal gift; who never sought it; who unknowingly received a curse of which they had no warning, and which they had no power to shun; can I do nothing? Nothing, said the Phantom. If I cannot, can any one? The Phantom, standing like a statue, kept its gaze upon him for a while; then turned its head suddenly, and looked upon the shadow at its side. Ah! Can she? cried Redlaw, still looking upon the shade. The Phantom released the hand it had retained till now, and softly raised its own with a gesture of dismissal. Upon that, her shadow, still preserving the same attitude, began to move or melt away. Stay, cried Redlaw with an earnestness to which he could not give enough expression. For a moment! As an act of mercy! I know that some change fell upon me, when those sounds were in the air just now. Tell me, have I lost the power of harming her? May I go near her without dread? Oh, let her give me any sign of hope! The Phantom looked upon the shade as he didnot at himand gave no answer. At least, say thishas she, henceforth, the consciousness of any power to set right what I have done? She has not, the Phantom answered. Has she the power bestowed on her without the consciousness? The phantom answered Seek her out. And her shadow slowly vanished. They were face to face again, and looking on each other, as intently and awfully as at the time of the bestowal of the gift, across the boy who still lay on the ground between them, at the Phantoms feet. Terrible instructor, said the Chemist, sinking on his knee before it, in an attitude of supplication, by whom I was renounced, but by whom I am revisited (in which, and in whose milder aspect, I would fain believe I have a gleam of hope), I will obey without inquiry, praying that the cry I have sent up in the anguish of my soul has been, or will be, heard, in behalf of those whom I have injured beyond human reparation. But there is one thing You speak to me of what is lying here, the phantom interposed, and pointed with its finger to the boy. I do, returned the Chemist. You know what I would ask. Why has this child alone been proof against my influence, and why, why, have I detected in its thoughts a terrible companionship with mine? This, said the Phantom, pointing to the boy, is the last, completest illustration of a human creature, utterly bereft of such remembrances as you have yielded up. No softening memory of sorrow, wrong, or trouble enters here, because this wretched mortal from his birth has been abandoned to a worse condition than the beasts, and has, within his knowledge, no one contrast, no humanising touch, to make a grain of such a memory spring up in his hardened breast. All within this desolate creature is barren wilderness. All within the man bereft of what you have resigned, is the same barren wilderness. Woe to such a man! Woe, tenfold, to the nation that shall count its monsters such as this, lying here, by hundreds and by thousands! Redlaw shrank, appalled, from what he heard. There is not, said the Phantom, one of thesenot onebut sows a harvest that mankind MUST reap. From every seed of evil in this boy, a field of ruin is grown that shall be gathered in, and garnered up, and sown again in many places in the world, until regions are overspread with wickedness enough to raise the waters of another Deluge. Open and unpunished murder in a citys streets would be less guilty in its daily toleration, than one such spectacle as this. It seemed to look down upon the boy in his sleep. Redlaw, too, looked down upon him with a new emotion. There is not a father, said the Phantom, by whose side in his daily or his nightly walk, these creatures pass; there is not a mother among all the ranks of loving mothers in this land; there is no one risen from the state of childhood, but shall be responsible in his or her degree for this enormity. There is not a country throughout the earth on which it would not bring a curse. There is no religion upon earth that it would not deny; there is no people upon earth it would not put to shame. The Chemist clasped his hands, and looked, with trembling fear and pity, from the sleeping boy to the Phantom, standing above him with his finger pointing down. Behold, I say, pursued the Spectre, the perfect type of what it was your choice to be. Your influence is powerless here, because from this childs bosom you can banish nothing. His thoughts have been in terrible companionship with yours, because you have gone down to his unnatural level. He is the growth of mans indifference; you are the growth of mans presumption. The beneficent design of Heaven is, in each case, overthrown, and from the two poles of the immaterial world you come together. The Chemist stooped upon the ground beside the boy, and, with the same kind of compassion for him that he now felt for himself, covered him as he slept, and no longer shrank from him with abhorrence or indifference. Soon, now, the distant line on the horizon brightened, the darkness faded, the sun rose red and glorious, and the chimney stacks and gables of the ancient building gleamed in the clear air, which turned the smoke and vapour of the city into a cloud of gold. The very sundial in his shady corner, where the wind was used to spin with such unwindy constancy, shook off the finer particles of snow that had accumulated on his dull old face in the night, and looked out at the little white wreaths eddying round and round him. Doubtless some blind groping of the morning made its way down into the forgotten crypt so cold and earthy, where the Norman arches were half buried in the ground, and stirred the dull sap in the lazy vegetation hanging to the walls, and quickened the slow principle of life within the little world of wonderful and delicate creation which existed there, with some faint knowledge that the sun was up. The Tetterbys were up, and doing. Mr. Tetterby took down the shutters of the shop, and, strip by strip, revealed the treasures of the window to the eyes, so proof against their seductions, of Jerusalem Buildings. Adolphus had been out so long already, that he was halfway on to Morning Pepper. Five small Tetterbys, whose ten round eyes were much inflamed by soap and friction, were in the tortures of a cool wash in the back kitchen; Mrs. Tetterby presiding. Johnny, who was pushed and hustled through his toilet with great rapidity when Moloch chanced to be in an exacting frame of mind (which was always the case), staggered up and down with his charge before the shop door, under greater difficulties than usual; the weight of Moloch being much increased by a complication of defences against the cold, composed of knitted worstedwork, and forming a complete suit of chainarmour, with a headpiece and blue gaiters. It was a peculiarity of this baby to be always cutting teeth. Whether they never came, or whether they came and went away again, is not in evidence; but it had certainly cut enough, on the showing of Mrs. Tetterby, to make a handsome dental provision for the sign of the Bull and Mouth. All sorts of objects were impressed for the rubbing of its gums, notwithstanding that it always carried, dangling at its waist (which was immediately under its chin), a bone ring, large enough to have represented the rosary of a young nun. Knifehandles, umbrellatops, the heads of walkingsticks selected from the stock, the fingers of the family in general, but especially of Johnny, nutmeggraters, crusts, the handles of doors, and the cool knobs on the tops of pokers, were among the commonest instruments indiscriminately applied for this babys relief. The amount of electricity that must have been rubbed out of it in a week, is not to be calculated. Still Mrs. Tetterby always said it was coming through, and then the child would be herself; and still it never did come through, and the child continued to be somebody else. The tempers of the little Tetterbys had sadly changed with a few hours. Mr. and Mrs. Tetterby themselves were not more altered than their offspring. Usually they were an unselfish, goodnatured, yielding little race, sharing short commons when it happened (which was pretty often) contentedly and even generously, and taking a great deal of enjoyment out of a very little meat. But they were fighting now, not only for the soap and water, but even for the breakfast which was yet in perspective. The hand of every little Tetterby was against the other little Tetterbys; and even Johnnys handthe patient, muchenduring, and devoted Johnnyrose against the baby! Yes, Mrs. Tetterby, going to the door by mere accident, saw him viciously pick out a weak place in the suit of armour where a slap would tell, and slap that blessed child. Mrs. Tetterby had him into the parlour by the collar, in that same flash of time, and repaid him the assault with usury thereto. You brute, you murdering little boy, said Mrs. Tetterby. Had you the heart to do it? Why dont her teeth come through, then, retorted Johnny, in a loud rebellious voice, instead of bothering me? How would you like it yourself? Like it, sir! said Mrs. Tetterby, relieving him of his dishonoured load. Yes, like it, said Johnny. How would you? Not at all. If you was me, youd go for a soldier. I will, too. There ant no babies in the Army. Mr. Tetterby, who had arrived upon the scene of action, rubbed his chin thoughtfully, instead of correcting the rebel, and seemed rather struck by this view of a military life. I wish I was in the Army myself, if the childs in the right, said Mrs. Tetterby, looking at her husband, for I have no peace of my life here. Im a slavea Virginia slave some indistinct association with their weak descent on the tobacco trade perhaps suggested this aggravated expression to Mrs. Tetterby. I never have a holiday, or any pleasure at all, from years end to years end! Why, Lord bless and save the child, said Mrs. Tetterby, shaking the baby with an irritability hardly suited to so pious an aspiration, whats the matter with her now? Not being able to discover, and not rendering the subject much clearer by shaking it, Mrs. Tetterby put the baby away in a cradle, and, folding her arms, sat rocking it angrily with her foot. How you stand there, Dolphus, said Mrs. Tetterby to her husband. Why dont you do something? Because I dont care about doing anything, Mr. Tetterby replied. I am sure I dont, said Mrs. Tetterby. Ill take my oath I dont, said Mr. Tetterby. A diversion arose here among Johnny and his five younger brothers, who, in preparing the family breakfast table, had fallen to skirmishing for the temporary possession of the loaf, and were buffeting one another with great heartiness; the smallest boy of all, with precocious discretion, hovering outside the knot of combatants, and harassing their legs. Into the midst of this fray, Mr. and Mrs. Tetterby both precipitated themselves with great ardour, as if such ground were the only ground on which they could now agree; and having, with no visible remains of their late softheartedness, laid about them without any lenity, and done much execution, resumed their former relative positions. You had better read your paper than do nothing at all, said Mrs. Tetterby. Whats there to read in a paper? returned Mr. Tetterby, with excessive discontent. What? said Mrs. Tetterby. Police. Its nothing to me, said Tetterby. What do I care what people do, or are done to? Suicides, suggested Mrs. Tetterby. No business of mine, replied her husband. Births, deaths, and marriages, are those nothing to you? said Mrs. Tetterby. If the births were all over for good, and all today; and the deaths were all to begin to come off tomorrow; I dont see why it should interest me, till I thought it was a coming to my turn, grumbled Tetterby. As to marriages, Ive done it myself. I know quite enough about them. To judge from the dissatisfied expression of her face and manner, Mrs. Tetterby appeared to entertain the same opinions as her husband; but she opposed him, nevertheless, for the gratification of quarrelling with him. Oh, youre a consistent man, said Mrs. Tetterby, ant you? You, with the screen of your own making there, made of nothing else but bits of newspapers, which you sit and read to the children by the halfhour together! Say used to, if you please, returned her husband. You wont find me doing so any more. Im wiser now. Bah! wiser, indeed! said Mrs. Tetterby. Are you better? The question sounded some discordant note in Mr. Tetterbys breast. He ruminated dejectedly, and passed his hand across and across his forehead. Better! murmured Mr. Tetterby. I dont know as any of us are better, or happier either. Better, is it? He turned to the screen, and traced about it with his finger, until he found a certain paragraph of which he was in quest. This used to be one of the family favourites, I recollect, said Tetterby, in a forlorn and stupid way, and used to draw tears from the children, and make em good, if there was any little bickering or discontent among em, next to the story of the robin redbreasts in the wood. Melancholy case of destitution. Yesterday a small man, with a baby in his arms, and surrounded by halfadozen ragged little ones, of various ages between ten and two, the whole of whom were evidently in a famishing condition, appeared before the worthy magistrate, and made the following recitalHa! I dont understand it, Im sure, said Tetterby; I dont see what it has got to do with us. How old and shabby he looks, said Mrs. Tetterby, watching him. I never saw such a change in a man. Ah! dear me, dear me, dear me, it was a sacrifice! What was a sacrifice? her husband sourly inquired. Mrs. Tetterby shook her head; and without replying in words, raised a complete seastorm about the baby, by her violent agitation of the cradle. If you mean your marriage was a sacrifice, my good woman said her husband. I do mean it, said his wife. Why, then I mean to say, pursued Mr. Tetterby, as sulkily and surlily as she, that there are two sides to that affair; and that I was the sacrifice; and that I wish the sacrifice hadnt been accepted. I wish it hadnt, Tetterby, with all my heart and soul I do assure you, said his wife. You cant wish it more than I do, Tetterby. I dont know what I saw in her, muttered the newsman, Im sure;certainly, if I saw anything, its not there now. I was thinking so, last night, after supper, by the fire. Shes fat, shes ageing, she wont bear comparison with most other women. Hes commonlooking, he has no air with him, hes small, hes beginning to stoop and hes getting bald, muttered Mrs. Tetterby. I must have been half out of my mind when I did it, muttered Mr. Tetterby. My senses must have forsook me. Thats the only way in which I can explain it to myself, said Mrs. Tetterby with elaboration. In this mood they sat down to breakfast. The little Tetterbys were not habituated to regard that meal in the light of a sedentary occupation, but discussed it as a dance or trot; rather resembling a savage ceremony, in the occasionally shrill whoops, and brandishings of bread and butter, with which it was accompanied, as well as in the intricate filings off into the street and back again, and the hoppings up and down the doorsteps, which were incidental to the performance. In the present instance, the contentions between these Tetterby children for the milkandwater jug, common to all, which stood upon the table, presented so lamentable an instance of angry passions risen very high indeed, that it was an outrage on the memory of Dr. Watts. It was not until Mr. Tetterby had driven the whole herd out at the front door, that a moments peace was secured; and even that was broken by the discovery that Johnny had surreptitiously come back, and was at that instant choking in the jug like a ventriloquist, in his indecent and rapacious haste. These children will be the death of me at last! said Mrs. Tetterby, after banishing the culprit. And the sooner the better, I think. Poor people, said Mr. Tetterby, ought not to have children at all. They give us no pleasure. He was at that moment taking up the cup which Mrs. Tetterby had rudely pushed towards him, and Mrs. Tetterby was lifting her own cup to her lips, when they both stopped, as if they were transfixed. Here! Mother! Father! cried Johnny, running into the room. Heres Mrs. William coming down the street! And if ever, since the world began, a young boy took a baby from a cradle with the care of an old nurse, and hushed and soothed it tenderly, and tottered away with it cheerfully, Johnny was that boy, and Moloch was that baby, as they went out together! Mr. Tetterby put down his cup; Mrs. Tetterby put down her cup. Mr. Tetterby rubbed his forehead; Mrs. Tetterby rubbed hers. Mr. Tetterbys face began to smooth and brighten; Mrs. Tetterbys began to smooth and brighten. Why, Lord forgive me, said Mr. Tetterby to himself, what evil tempers have I been giving way to? What has been the matter here! How could I ever treat him ill again, after all I said and felt last night! sobbed Mrs. Tetterby, with her apron to her eyes. Am I a brute, said Mr. Tetterby, or is there any good in me at all? Sophia! My little woman! Dolphus dear, returned his wife. IIve been in a state of mind, said Mr. Tetterby, that I cant abear to think of, Sophy. Oh! Its nothing to what Ive been in, Dolf, cried his wife in a great burst of grief. My Sophia, said Mr. Tetterby, dont take on. I never shall forgive myself. I must have nearly broke your heart, I know. No, Dolf, no. It was me! Me! cried Mrs. Tetterby. My little woman, said her husband, dont. You make me reproach myself dreadful, when you show such a noble spirit. Sophia, my dear, you dont know what I thought. I showed it bad enough, no doubt; but what I thought, my little woman! Oh, dear Dolf, dont! Dont! cried his wife. Sophia, said Mr. Tetterby, I must reveal it. I couldnt rest in my conscience unless I mentioned it. My little woman Mrs. Williams very nearly here! screamed Johnny at the door. My little woman, I wondered how, gasped Mr. Tetterby, supporting himself by his chair, I wondered how I had ever admired youI forgot the precious children you have brought about me, and thought you didnt look as slim as I could wish. II never gave a recollection, said Mr. Tetterby, with severe selfaccusation, to the cares youve had as my wife, and along of me and mine, when you might have had hardly any with another man, who got on better and was luckier than me (anybody might have found such a man easily I am sure); and I quarrelled with you for having aged a little in the rough years you have lightened for me. Can you believe it, my little woman? I hardly can myself. Mrs. Tetterby, in a whirlwind of laughing and crying, caught his face within her hands, and held it there. Oh, Dolf! she cried. I am so happy that you thought so; I am so grateful that you thought so! For I thought that you were commonlooking, Dolf; and so you are, my dear, and may you be the commonest of all sights in my eyes, till you close them with your own good hands. I thought that you were small; and so you are, and Ill make much of you because you are, and more of you because I love my husband. I thought that you began to stoop; and so you do, and you shall lean on me, and Ill do all I can to keep you up. I thought there was no air about you; but there is, and its the air of home, and thats the purest and the best there is, and God bless home once more, and all belonging to it, Dolf! Hurrah! Heres Mrs. William! cried Johnny. So she was, and all the children with her; and so she came in, they kissed her, and kissed one another, and kissed the baby, and kissed their father and mother, and then ran back and flocked and danced about her, trooping on with her in triumph. Mr. and Mrs. Tetterby were not a bit behindhand in the warmth of their reception. They were as much attracted to her as the children were; they ran towards her, kissed her hands, pressed round her, could not receive her ardently or enthusiastically enough. She came among them like the spirit of all goodness, affection, gentle consideration, love, and domesticity. What! are you all so glad to see me, too, this bright Christmas morning? said Milly, clapping her hands in a pleasant wonder. Oh dear, how delightful this is! More shouting from the children, more kissing, more trooping round her, more happiness, more love, more joy, more honour, on all sides, than she could bear. Oh dear! said Milly, what delicious tears you make me shed. How can I ever have deserved this! What have I done to be so loved? Who can help it! cried Mr. Tetterby. Who can help it! cried Mrs. Tetterby. Who can help it! echoed the children, in a joyful chorus. And they danced and trooped about her again, and clung to her, and laid their rosy faces against her dress, and kissed and fondled it, and could not fondle it, or her, enough. I never was so moved, said Milly, drying her eyes, as I have been this morning. I must tell you, as soon as I can speak.Mr. Redlaw came to me at sunrise, and with a tenderness in his manner, more as if I had been his darling daughter than myself, implored me to go with him to where Williams brother George is lying ill. We went together, and all the way along he was so kind, and so subdued, and seemed to put such trust and hope in me, that I could not help crying with pleasure. When we got to the house, we met a woman at the door (somebody had bruised and hurt her, I am afraid), who caught me by the hand, and blessed me as I passed. She was right! said Mr. Tetterby. Mrs. Tetterby said she was right. All the children cried out that she was right. Ah, but theres more than that, said Milly. When we got up stairs, into the room, the sick man who had lain for hours in a state from which no effort could rouse him, rose up in his bed, and, bursting into tears, stretched out his arms to me, and said that he had led a misspent life, but that he was truly repentant now, in his sorrow for the past, which was all as plain to him as a great prospect, from which a dense black cloud had cleared away, and that he entreated me to ask his poor old father for his pardon and his blessing, and to say a prayer beside his bed. And when I did so, Mr. Redlaw joined in it so fervently, and then so thanked and thanked me, and thanked Heaven, that my heart quite overflowed, and I could have done nothing but sob and cry, if the sick man had not begged me to sit down by him,which made me quiet of course. As I sat there, he held my hand in his until he sank in a doze; and even then, when I withdrew my hand to leave him to come here (which Mr. Redlaw was very earnest indeed in wishing me to do), his hand felt for mine, so that some one else was obliged to take my place and make believe to give him my hand back. Oh dear, oh dear, said Milly, sobbing. How thankful and how happy I should feel, and do feel, for all this! While she was speaking, Redlaw had come in, and, after pausing for a moment to observe the group of which she was the centre, had silently ascended the stairs. Upon those stairs he now appeared again; remaining there, while the young student passed him, and came running down. Kind nurse, gentlest, best of creatures, he said, falling on his knee to her, and catching at her hand, forgive my cruel ingratitude! Oh dear, oh dear! cried Milly innocently, heres another of them! Oh dear, heres somebody else who likes me. What shall I ever do! The guileless, simple way in which she said it, and in which she put her hands before her eyes and wept for very happiness, was as touching as it was delightful. I was not myself, he said. I dont know what it wasit was some consequence of my disorder perhapsI was mad. But I am so no longer. Almost as I speak, I am restored. I heard the children crying out your name, and the shade passed from me at the very sound of it. Oh, dont weep! Dear Milly, if you could read my heart, and only knew with what affection and what grateful homage it is glowing, you would not let me see you weep. It is such deep reproach. No, no, said Milly, its not that. Its not indeed. Its joy. Its wonder that you should think it necessary to ask me to forgive so little, and yet its pleasure that you do. And will you come again? and will you finish the little curtain? No, said Milly, drying her eyes, and shaking her head. You wont care for my needlework now. Is it forgiving me, to say that? She beckoned him aside, and whispered in his ear. There is news from your home, Mr. Edmund. News? How? Either your not writing when you were very ill, or the change in your handwriting when you began to be better, created some suspicion of the truth; however that isbut youre sure youll not be the worse for any news, if its not bad news? Sure. Then theres some one come! said Milly. My mother? asked the student, glancing round involuntarily towards Redlaw, who had come down from the stairs. Hush! No, said Milly. It can be no one else. Indeed? said Milly, are you sure? It is not Before he could say more, she put her hand upon his mouth. Yes it is! said Milly. The young lady (she is very like the miniature, Mr. Edmund, but she is prettier) was too unhappy to rest without satisfying her doubts, and came up, last night, with a little servantmaid. As you always dated your letters from the college, she came there; and before I saw Mr. Redlaw this morning, I saw her. She likes me too! said Milly.