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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.
"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. "It's 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.
How is he to be saved? Mr. Redlaw, pray, oh, pray, advise me! Help me!" All this time he held the boy, who was half-mad 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!
To keep as quiet as ever we can while he's a dozing, is the only thing to do. You're 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.
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.
"The miserable man you saw, is worse, and nothing I can say will wake him from his terrible infatuation. William's 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!
The boy still held back at first, but yielding little by little to her urging, he consented to approach, and even to sit down at his feet. As Redlaw laid his hand upon the shoulder of the child, looking on him with compassion and a fellow-feeling, he put out his other hand to Milly. She stooped down on that side of him, so that she could look into his face, and after silence, said: "Mr.
"Philip!" said Redlaw, laying his hand upon his arm, "I am a stricken man, on whom the hand of Providence has fallen heavily, although deservedly. You speak to me, my friend, of what I cannot follow; my memory is gone." "Merciful power!" cried the old man. "I have lost my memory of sorrow, wrong, and trouble," said the Chemist, "and with that I have lost all man would remember!"
What a mournful spectacle, sir! But that's where it is. It's 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 him which his surprise had obscured retired a little, hurriedly, debating with himself whether to shun the house that moment, or remain.
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, I'll 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.
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