To the millions who are suffering in mind or body there certainly come
in this world moments of repose, when pain ceases; and the respite
seems so delicious in contrast that it may well suggest the "rest that
remaineth." Thinking of neither the past nor the future, Gregory for a
little time gave himself up to the sense of present and luxurious
comfort. With closed eyes and mind almost as quiet as his motionless
body, he let the moments pass, feeling dimly that he would ask no
better heaven than the eternal continuance of this painless,
half-dreaming lethargy.
He was soon aroused, however, by a knocking at the door, and a
middle-aged servant placed before him a tempting plate of Albert
biscuit and a glass of home-made currant wine of indefinite age. The
quaint and dainty little lunch caught his appetite as exactly as if
manna had fallen adapted to his need; but it soon stimulated him out of
his condition of partial non-existence. With returning consciousness of
the necessity of living and acting came the strong desire to spend as
much of his vacation as possible in his old home, and he determined to
avail himself of Mr. Walton's invitation to the utmost limit that
etiquette would permit.
His awakened mind gave but little thought to his entertainers, and he
did not anticipate much pleasure from their society. He was satisfied
that they were refined, cultivated people, with whom he could be as
much at ease as would be possible in any companionship, but he hoped
and proposed to spend the most of his time alone in wandering amid old
scenes and brooding over the past. The morbid mind is ever full of
unnatural contradictions, and he found a melancholy pleasure in
shutting his eyes to the future and recalling the time when he had been
happy and hopeful. In his egotism he found more that interested him in
his past and vanished self than in the surrounding world. Evil and
ill-health had so enfeebled his body, narrowed his mind, and blurred
the future, that his best solace seemed a vain and sentimental
recalling of the crude yet comparatively happy period of childhood.
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