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I will go up and see him before I dress for dinner." Accordingly Morris conducted his father to the Abbot's chamber, and introduced him to the clergyman. Mr. Fregelius was seated in his arm-chair, with a crutch by his side, and on learning who his visitor was, made a futile effort to rise. "Pray, pray, sir," said the Colonel, "keep seated, or you will certainly hurt your leg again."
Even the conversations of Mr. Fregelius and Morris were subject to the working of this universal rule; and in obedience to it must travel towards a climax, either of fruition, however unexpected, or, their purpose served, whatever it may have been, to decay and death, for lack of food upon which to live and flourish.
Fregelius, leave the thanks unspoken. What would you have had us or, rather, my son do? Turn a senseless, shattered man from his door, and that man his future spiritual pastor and master?" "But there was more. He, Mr. Monk, I mean, saved my daughter Stella's life. You know, a block or a spar fell on me immediately after the ship struck.
"I don't know, but from the moment that I saw you in the boat I was certain that the danger was done with at least, the immediate danger," she added. While Miss Fregelius was speaking, Morris had been staring at the sail, which, after drawing for a time in an indifferent fashion, had begun to flap aimlessly. "What is the matter?" asked his companion. "Has the wind veered again?" He nodded.
He explained also that according to her own story, from some unexplained cause she had fallen asleep in the church after his departure, and awakened to find herself surrounded by the waters with all hope gone. "And now she is dead, now she is dead," groaned Mr. Fregelius, "and I am alone in the world." "I am sorry for you," said Morris simply, "but there it is.
Then, so far as my father is concerned, the stipend is wretched and decreasing. Also he has never really got on here; he is too shy, too reserved, perhaps, in a way, too well read and educated, for these rough-and-ready people. Even his foreign name goes against him. The curates about here call him 'Frigid Fregelius. It is the local idea of a joke.
"Really, Miss Fregelius," he said, with some irritation, for the surroundings of the scene and his companion's talk were uncanny, "do you think this an occasion to explore ruins and relate nightmares?" Then he added, "I beg your pardon, but I think that the cold and wet have affected your nerves; for my part, I have none left."
Porson had been for some time in failing health, and the knowledge that his life might terminate at any time, did not seem to make it less sudden a cloud of depression settled on the Abbey household. Before dinner Morris visited Mr. Fregelius, and told him of what had happened; whereon that pious and kindly, but somewhat inefficient man, bestowed upon him a well-meant lecture of consolation.
Fregelius refused to express any positive opinion until he had inspected the church, the Colonel's manner grew portentously solemn. "My dear sir," he said, "there is another matter, a somewhat grave one, upon which, for both our sakes and the sakes of those immediately concerned, I feel bound to say a few words." Mr. Fregelius, who was a timid man, looked very much alarmed.
Fregelius, so thought Morris, was timid and reticent, because he dared not discover his heart, that had been so sorely trampled by Fate and Fortune. Yet he had a heart which, if he could find a confessor whom he could trust, he longed to ease in confidence.
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