As time went on, the terror of discovery grew rather than abated in the
mind of the minister. He could not tell whence or why it should be so,
for no news of Isy reached him, and he felt, in his quieter moments,
almost certain that she could not have passed so completely out of his
horizon, if she were still in the world. When most persuaded of this,
he felt ablest to live and forget the past, of which he was unable to
recall any portion with satisfaction. The darkness and silence left over
it by his unrepented offence, gave it, in his retrospect, a threatening
aspect—out of which at any moment might burst the hidden enemy, the
thing that might be known, and must not be known! He derived, however,
a feeble and right cowardly comfort from the reflection that he had done
nothing to hide the miserable fact, and could not now. He even persuaded
himself that if he could he _would_ not do anything now to keep it
secret; he would leave all to that Providence which seemed hitherto
to have wrought on his behalf: he would but keep a silence which no
gentleman must break!—And why should that come abroad which Providence
itself concealed? Who had any claim to know a mere passing fault, which
the partner in it must least of all desire exposed, seeing it would fall
heavier upon her than upon him? Where was any call for that confession,
about which the soutar had maundered so foolishly? If, on the other
hand, his secret should threaten to creep out, he would not, he
flattered himself, move a finger to keep it hidden! he would that moment
disappear in some trackless solitude, rejoicing that he had nothing
left to wish undisclosed! As to the charge of hypocrisy that was sure to
follow, he was innocent: he had never said anything he did not believe!
he had made no professions beyond such as were involved in his position!
he had never once posed as a man of Christian experience—like the
soutar for instance! Simply and only he had been overtaken in a fault,
which he had never repeated, never would repeat, and which he was
willing to atone for in any way he could!
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