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Then Julian tried to get him to draw, and showing him a picture, sketched a few strokes of outline, and said "Now, Hazlet, finish copying this picture for me." Hazlet took the pencil between his unsteady fingers, and let it make futile scratches on the paper, and, when Julian repeated his words, wrote down in a slow painful hand "Finish copying pict-ure pict-."
Suffice it to say that Hazlet displayed an ignorance at once egregious and astounding; the ingenious perversity of his mistakes, the fatuous absurdity of his confusions, would be inconceivable to any who do not know by experience the extraordinary combinations of ignorance and conceit.
"Do come and help me to manage Hazlet," said Lillyston to Julian next morning; "his head has been turned by being plucked for the Little-go, and he's as mad as Hercules Furens." Julian went, and they stayed in Hazlet's room till he had quietly breakfasted.
The next day, as Kennedy was sitting in Julian's rooms, glancing over the Aeschylus with him, in strutted Hazlet, whom we have incidentally mentioned as having been the son of a widow lady living at Ildown. He had come up to Camford straight from home, and as he had only received a home-education everything was strangely bewildering to him, and Julian was almost the only friend he knew.
He said that he was going to be a clergyman, and that it was necessary for him to see something of life, or he would never acquire the requisite experience. "Loathly experience!" said Julian with crushing scorn. "And do you ever hope, Hazlet, by centuries of preaching such as yours, to repair one millionth part of the damage done by your bad passions to a single fellow-creature?
Hazlet received him with a ludicrous air of offended dignity, and was barely overcome into a tone of magnanimous forgiveness by Julian's frank apology. On the whole, Julian decided that it would be best not to call on Brogten, lest, by so doing, he should seem to be reminding him of the consequences of his enmity under the appearance of expressing a regret.
With his black shining hair brushed down in unusual lankiness over his receding forehead, and with an expression of sleek resignation unusually sanctimonious, Hazlet sat down, and gave a half groan. "I am sorry," he said, "dear Julian " "Home, if you please, Hazlet," interrupted Julian. Hazlet was a little taken aback, but he said "Well, dear Home "
The man knew Suton thoroughly and respected him; he knew him to be a man of genuine piety, and the most regular habits, and consented, though not without difficulty, to omit all mention of Hazlet's state. All four had of course to pay the usual gate fine, and D'Acres and Bruce were besides "admonished" by the senior Dean, but Suton and Hazlet were not even sent for.
As Lillyston reached the threshold of Hazlet's rooms, he stumbled against something, and stooping down found that it was the senseless body of Hazlet himself stretched at full length upon the floor.
Ah, here Lillyston comes." "What an honest open face," said Kennedy. "Like the soul which looks through it, sans peur et sans reproche," said Julian warmly. "Rather a contrast to the last comer," murmured Kennedy, as he picked up his cap and gown to walk to the lecture-room. "There, don't think of Hazlet any more," said Julian.
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