"I will never pray to God again as long as I live," he said
passionately.
"John," said the doctor sternly, and then suddenly putting out his hand
to catch him as he reeled backwards. "What? Good gracious! The child has
fainted."
* * * * *
John went back to school before the holidays were over, for Miss Fane on
her return found it difficult to know what to do with him. Mr. Goodwin
came back no more. He slowly regained a certain degree of health, a
ruined man, without private means, at seven and twenty. John wrote
constantly to him, and wrote also long urgent letters in a large
cramped hand to his trustees. And something inadequate was done. When he
came of age his first action was to alter that something, and to induce
Mr. Goodwin and the sister who lived with him to take up their abode in
the chaplain's house, in the park at Overleigh, where they had now been
established nearly seven years. Whether John's was an affectionate
nature or not it would be hard to say, for affection had so far
intermeddled little with his life; but he had a kind of faithfulness,
and a memory of the heart as well as of the head. John never forgot a
kindness, never wholly forgot an injury. He might forgive one, for he
showed as he grew towards man's estate, and passed through the various
vicissitudes of school and college life, a certain stern generosity of
temper, and contempt for small retaliations. He was certainly not
revengeful, but--he remembered. His mind was as tenacious of impression
as engraved steel. That very tenacity of impression had given Mr.
Goodwin an unbounded influence over him in his early youth. John had
believed absolutely in Mr. Goodwin; and Mr. Goodwin, hurried by a bitter
short cut of suffering from youth to responsible middle age, had devoted
himself with the religious fervour of entire self-abnegation to the boy
for whom he had risked his life. John's intense attachment to him had
after his recovery come as a surprise to him, yoked with a sense of
responsibility; for to be loved in any fashion is to incur a great
responsibility.
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