PISISTRATUS.--No, you do not despair--no, you must succeed; for, if you do not, what is to become of Uncle Roland? Do you not see his heart is fast breaking? MR CAXTON.--Get me my hat; I will go. I will save this Ishmael--I will not leave him till he is saved! PISISTRATUS (_some minutes after, as they are walking towards Vivian's lodgings._)--You ask me what support you are to cling to! A strong and a good one, sir. MR CAXTON.--Ay, what is that? PISISTRATUS.--Affection! There is a nature capable of strong affection at the core of this wild heart! He could love his mother; tears gush to his eyes at her name--he would have starved rather than part with the memorial of that love. It was his belief in his father's indifference or dislike that hardened and embruted him--it is only when he hears how that father loved him, that I now melt his pride and curb his passions. You have affection to deal with!--do you despair now? My father turned on me those eyes so inexpressibly benign and mild, and replied softly, "No!" We reached the house; and my father said, as we knocked at the door, "If he is at home, leave me. This is a hard study to which you have set me; I must work at it alone." Vivian was at home, and the door closed on his visitor. My father stayed some hours. On returning home, to my great surprise I found Trevanion with my uncle. He had found us out--no easy matter, I should think. But a good impulse in Trevanion was not of that feeble kind which turns home at the sight of a difficulty. He had come to London on purpose to see and to thank us.