“I think Richard is safe.  Had we postponed the tidings, till he came to his clear senses, it must have killed him.  His father was right for once, then.  But if he has saved his son’s body, he has given the death-blow to his heart.  Richard will never be what he promised.

“A letter found on his clothes tells us the origin of the quarrel.  I have had an interview with Lord M. this morning.  I cannot say I think him exactly to blame:  Richard forced him to fight.  At least I do not select him the foremost for blame.  He was deeply and sincerely affected by the calamity he has caused.  Alas! he was only an instrument.  Your poor aunt is utterly prostrate and talks strange things of her daughter’s death.  She is only happy in drudging.  Dr. Bairam says we must under any circumstances keep her employed.  Whilst she is doing something, she can chat freely, but the moment her hands are not occupied she gives me an idea that she is going into a fit.

“We expect the dear child’s uncle to-day.  Mr. Thompson is here.  I have taken him upstairs to look at her.  That poor young man has a true heart.

“Come at once.  You will not be in time to see her.  She will lie at Raynham.  If you could you would see an angel.  He sits by her side for hours.  I can give you no description of her beauty.

“You will not delay, I know, dear Austin, and I want you, for your presence will make me more charitable than I find it possible to be.  Have you noticed the expression in the eyes of blind men?  That is just how Richard looks, as he lies there silent in his bed—­striving to image her on his brain.”

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     A style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth
     A maker of Proverbs—­what is he but a narrow mind wit
     A young philosopher’s an old fool! 
     After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship
     Although it blew hard when Caesar crossed the Rubicon
     Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes
     An edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer
     And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true
     And to these instructions he gave an aim:  “First be virtuous”
     As when nations are secretly preparing for war
     Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty
     Cold charity to all
     Come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything
     Complacent languor of the wise youth
     Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being
     Further she read, “Which is the coward among us?”
     Gentleman who does so much ’cause he says so little
     Habit had legalized his union with her
     Hermits enamoured of wind and rain
     Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman