c with the energy of fear that looked
behind, and of hope that smiled before. He was going a toilsome, weary
journey, he knew not why nor whither; just, too, when he had made
a friend, whose soothing words haunted his childish fancy. He was
displeased with Philip, and in sullen and silent thoughtfulness slowly
plodded behind him; and Morton himself was gloomy, and knew not where in
the world to seek a future.

They arrived at dusk at a small inn, not so far distant from the town
they had left as Morton could have wished; but the days were shorter
than in their first flight.

They were shown into a small sanded parlour, which Sidney eyed with
great disgust; nor did he seem more pleased with the hacked and jagged
leg of cold mutton, which was all that the hostess set before them for
supper. Philip in vain endeavoured to cheer him up, and ate to set
him the example. He felt relieved when, under the auspices of a
good-looking, good-natured chambermaid, Sidney retired to rest, and he
was left in the parlour to his own meditations. Hitherto it had been a
happy thing for Morton that he had had some one dependent on him; that
feeling had given him perseverance, patience, fortitude, and hope. But
now, dispirited and sad, he felt rather the horror of being responsible
for a human life, without seeing the means to discharge the trust.
It was clear, even to his experience, that he was not likely to find
another employer as facile as Mr. Stubmore; and wherever he went, he
felt as if his Destiny stalked at his back. He took out his little
fortune and spread it on the table, counting it over and over; it had
remained pretty stationary since his service with Mr. Stubmore, for
Sidney had swallowed up the wages of his hire. While thus employed, the
door opened, and the chambermaid, showing in a gentleman, said, "We have
no other room, sir."

"Very well, then,--I'm not particular; a tumbler of braundy and water,
stiffish, cold without, the newspaper--and a cigar. You'll excuse
smoking, sir?"

Philip looked up from his hoard, and Captain de Burgh Smith stood before
him.

"Ah!" said the latter, "well met!" And closing the door, he took off
his great-coat, seated himself near Philip, and bent both his eyes
with considerable wistfulness on the neat rows into which Philip's
bank-notes, sovereigns, and shillings were arrayed.

"Pretty little sum for pocket money; caush in hand goes a great way,
properly invested. You must have been very