The stranger emptied his glass and pushed it away from him. He looked down for a little, and then, leaning over the table, tapped Will three times upon the forearm with a single finger. "The time has come!" he said solemnly. An ugly thrill spread from the spot he touched. The tones of his voice were dull and startling, and echoed strangely in Will's heart. "I beg your pardon," he said, with some discomposure. "What do you mean?" "Look at me, and you will find your eyesight swim. Raise your hand; it is dead-heavy. This is your last bottle of wine, Master Will, and your last night upon the earth." "You are a doctor?" quavered Will. "The best that ever was," replied the other; "for I cure both mind and body with the same prescription. I take away all pain and I forgive all sins; and where my patients have gone wrong in life, I smooth out all complications and set them free again upon their feet." "I have no need of you," said Will. "A time comes for all men, Master Will," replied the doctor, "when the helm is taken out of their hands. For you, because you were prudent and quiet, it has been long of coming, and you have had long to discipline yourself for its reception. You have seen what is to be seen about your mill; you have sat close all your days like a hare in its form; but now that is at an end; and," added the doctor, getting on his feet, "you must arise and come with me." "You are a strange physician," said Will, looking steadfastly upon his guest. "I am a natural law," he replied, "and people call me Death." "Why did you not tell me so at first?" cried Will. "I have been waiting for you these many years. Give me your hand, and welcome." "Lean upon my arm," said the stranger, "for already your strength abates. Lean on me heavily as you need; for though I am old, I am very strong. It is but three steps to my carriage, and there all your trouble ends. Why, Will," he added, "I have been yearning for you as if you were my own son; and of all the men that ever I came for in my long days, I have come for you most gladly. I am caustic, and sometimes offend people at first sight; but I am a good friend at heart to such as you." "Since Marjory was taken," returned Will, "I declare before God you were the only friend I had to look for." So the pair went arm-in-arm across the courtyard. One of the servants awoke about this time and heard the noise of horses pawing before he dropped asleep again; all down the valley that night there was a rushing as of a smooth and steady wind descending towards the plain; and when the world rose next morning, sure enough Will o' the Mill had gone at last upon his travels. AN APOLOGY FOR IDLERS "BOSWELL: We grow weary when idle," "JOHNSON: That is, because others being busy, we want company; but if we were idle, there would be no growing weary; we should all entertain one another."