If by any accident Cashel opened one of these epistles, he was certain
to feel amused. It was to him, at least, a new view of life, and of
that civilization against which he now felt himself a rebel. Generally,
however, he knew nothing of them: a careless indifference, a reckless
disregard of the future, had taken complete possession of him; and the
only impatience he ever manifested was at the slow march of the time
which should elapse before the day of trial.
The day at length arrived; and even within the dreary walls of the
prison were heard the murmured accents of excitement as the great hour
drew nigh.
Mr. Goring at an early hour had visited the prisoner, to entreat him,
for the last time, to abandon his mad refusal of legal aid; explaining
forcibly that there were constantly cases occurring where innocence
could only be asserted by disentangling the ingenious tissue with which
legal astuteness can invest a circumstance. Cashel rejected this counsel
calmly but peremptorily; and when pressed home by other arguments, in a
moment of passing impatience confessed that he was “weary of life, and
would make no effort to prolong it.”
“Even so, sir,” said Goring. “There is here another question at issue.
Are you satisfied to fill the dishonored grave of a criminal? Does not
the name by which men will speak of you hereafter possess any terror for
you now?”
A slight tremor shook Cashel's voice as he replied, “Were I one who left
kindred or attached friends behind him, these considerations would have
their weight, nor would I willingly leave them the heritage of such
disgrace; but I am alone in the world, without one to blush for my
dishonor, or shed a tear over my sorrow. The calumny of my fellowmen
will only fall on ears sealed by death; nor will their jeers break the
slumber I am so soon to sleep.”
Goring labored hard to dissuade him from his resolve, but to no purpose.
The only consolation of which Roland seemed capable arose from the
dogged indifference he felt as to the result, and the consciousness of
an innocence he was too proud to assert.
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