I was
mistaken in him; and I could not have remained with him under any
circumstances. I grieve to say that you were right in your estimate of
his character. It may be a ridiculous weakness, John, but it has been
very painful and bitter to me to find this out, I do assure you.'
Tom had no need to direct that appealing look towards his friend, in
mild and gentle deprecation of his answering with a laugh. John Westlock
would as soon have thought of striking him down upon the floor.
'It was all a dream of mine,' said Tom, 'and it is over. I'll tell you
how it happened, at some other time. Bear with my folly, John. I do not,
just now, like to think or speak about it.'
'I swear to you, Tom,' returned his friend, with great earnestness of
manner, after remaining silent for a few moments, 'that when I see, as
I do now, how deeply you feel this, I don't know whether to be glad or
sorry that you have made the discovery at last. I reproach myself with
the thought that I ever jested on the subject; I ought to have known
better.'
'My dear friend,' said Tom, extending his hand, 'it is very generous and
gallant in you to receive me and my disclosure in this spirit; it makes
me blush to think that I should have felt a moment's uneasiness as I
came along. You can't think what a weight is lifted off my mind,' said
Tom, taking up his knife and fork again, and looking very cheerful. 'I
shall punish the Boar's Head dreadfully.'
The host, thus reminded of his duties, instantly betook himself to
piling up all kinds of irreconcilable and contradictory viands in Tom's
plate, and a very capital breakfast Tom made, and very much the better
for it Tom felt.
'That's all right,' said John, after contemplating his visitor's
proceedings with infinite satisfaction. 'Now, about our plans. You are
going to stay with me, of course. Where's your box?'
'It's at the Inn,' said Tom. 'I didn't intend--'
'Never mind what you didn't intend,' John Westlock interposed. 'What you
DID intend is more to the purpose. You intended, in coming here, to ask
my advice, did you not, Tom?'
'Certainly.'
'And to take it when I gave it to you?'
'Yes,' rejoined Tom, smiling, 'if it were good advice, which, being
yours, I have no doubt it will be.'
'Very well. Then don't be an obstinate old humbug in the outset, Tom, or
I shall shut up shop and dispense none of that invaluable commodity. You
are on a visit to me. I wish I had an organ for you, Tom!'
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