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Updated: May 3, 2025
Can you ever hope for salvation and the light of God's presence, while the cry of the souls of which you have been the murderer yes, do not disguise it, the murderer, the cruel, willing, pitiless murderer is ringing upwards from the depths of hell?" "What do you mean by the murderer?" said Hazlet, with an attempt at misconception.
Hazlet told his story with such deep solemnity, and such hollow pauses of emotion, that the listeners sat silent for a while. "But yet," said Lillyston, "if you come to analyse this, it resolves itself into nothing.
Hazlet, or Fitzurse, or Brogten himself, could hardly have been guilty of a more dishonourable act.
But now, deserted by his former associates, and laughed at by the majority of men, he found the society of his tempters indispensable for his comfort, and even cringed to them for the notice which at first they felt inclined to withdraw. "Wasn't that trick on Hazlet a disgraceful affair, Kennedy?" said Julian, a few days after.
Hazlet reached Saint Werner's wet and miserable; in returning he had lost his way, and wandered into the most disreputable and poverty-stricken streets, the very homes of thievery and dirt, where he seriously feared for his personal safety.
Hazlet was but half dressed, his hands kept up an uneasy and vague motion, his face was blank, and his whole appearance resembled that of an idiot. "Why, Hazlet, my man, what's the matter with you?" said Lillyston, cheerily. Hazlet trembled, and muttered something about a dog.
With men like Hazlet I mean the reformed and now sincere Hazlet he either confined himself wholly to subjects on which differences were impossible, or, if questioned, stated his views with caution and consideration.
With a howl of dismay Hazlet fled to his own rooms, where, having satisfied himself that the cut had done little other harm than leaving some red streaks upon his damp and lanky hair, he put over it some strips of plaster as large as he conveniently could, and then with a lugubrious expression went to hall, and gratified his malice by buzzing and babbling among his fellows all sorts of lies and exaggerations about Julian's conduct and state of mind.
"Yes," said Hazlet, "I am inclined to think so. I should like to see a theatre, I confess." He had let slip unintentionally the implied admission that he had never been to a theatre; but when Fitzurse asked in astonishment, "What, have you never been to a theatre?" he merely replied, "Well, I can hardly say I have; at least not for a long time."
The Dean knew Suton well, and felt that his character was a sufficient guarantee that he had not been in any mischief; Hazlet had been irregular lately, but the Dean considered him a very steady man, and overlooked for the present this breach of rules. Of course all Saint Werner's laughed over the story of Hazlet's escapade.
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