ak aloud; you will, I
feel you will, accept my offer, and become my brother!"

"Away!" said Glendower; "I will not."

"He wanders; his brain is touched!" muttered Crauford, and then resumed
aloud, "Glendower, we are both unfit for talk at present; both unstrung
by our late jar. You will meet me again to-morrow, perhaps. I will
accompany you now to your door."

"Not a step: our paths are different."

"Well, well, if you will have it so, be it as you please. I have
offended: you have a right to punish me, and play the churl to-night;
but your address?"

"Yonder," said Glendower, pointing to the heavens. "Come to me a month
hence, and you will find me there!"

"Nay, nay, my friend, your brain is heated; but you leave me? Well, as
I said, your will is mine: at least take some of these paltry notes in
earnest of our bargain; remember when next we meet you will share all I
have."

"You remind me," said Glendower, quietly, "that we have old debts to
settle. When last I saw you, you lent me a certain sum: there it is;
take it; count it; there is but one poor guinea gone. Fear not: even to
the uttermost farthing you shall be repaid."

"Why, why, this is unkind, ungenerous. Stay, stay,--" but, waving
his hand impatiently, Glendower darted away, and passing into another
street, the darkness effectually closed upon his steps.

"Fool! fool! that I am," cried Crauford, stamping vehemently on the
ground; "in what point did my wit fail me, that I could not win one whom
very hunger had driven into my net? But I must yet find him; and I will;
the police shall be set to work: these half confidences may ruin me.
And how deceitful he has proved: to talk more diffidently than a whining
harlot upon virtue, and yet be so stubborn upon trial! Dastard that I
am, too, as well as fool: I felt sunk into the dust by his voice. But
pooh, I must have him yet; your worst villains make the most noise about
the first step. True that I cannot storm, but I will undermine. But,
wretch that I am, I must win him or another soon, or I perish on a
gibbet. Out, base thought!"

CHAPTER LVII.

Formam quidem ipsam, Marce fili, et tanquam faciem honesti
video: quae, si oculis cerneretur, mirabiles amores (ut ait
Plato) excitaret sapientia.--TULLY.

["Son Marcus, you seethe form and as it were the face of Virtue: that
Wisdom, which if it could be perceived by the eyes, would (as Plato
saith) kindle absolute and marvellous affectio