Pisistratus.--"No, you do not despair; no, you must succeed,--for if you do not, what is to become of Uncle Roland? Do you not see his heart is fast breaking?" Mr. Caxton.--"Get me my hat. I will go; I will save this Ishmael,--I will not leave him till he is saved!" Pisistratus. (some minutes after, as they are walking towards Vivian's lodging).--"You ask me what support you are to cling to: a strong and a good one, sir." Mr. Caxton. "Ah! what is that?" Pisistratus.--"Affection! There is a nature capable of strong affection at the core of this wild heart. He could love his mother,--tears gush to his eyes at her name; he would have starved rather than part with the memorial of that love. It was his belief in his father's indifference or dislike that hardened and imbruted him; it is only when he hears how that father loved him that I now melt his pride and curb his passions. You have affection to deal with! Do you despair now? "My father turned on me those eyes so inexpressibly benign and mild, and replied softly, 'No!' "We reached the house; and my father said, as we knocked at the door, 'If he is at home, leave me. This is a hard study to which you have set me; I must work at it alone.' "Vivian was at home, and the door closed on his visitor. My father stayed some hours. "On returning home, to my great surprise I found Trevanion with my uncle. He had found us out,--no easy matter, I should think. But a good impulse in Trevanion was not of that feeble kind which turns home at the sight of a difficulty. He had come to London on purpose to see and to thank us.