The conversation then came to an end, Horace fuming over it secretly as a failure--and the young man had so high an idea of his own powers, that the thought galled him deeply. Then, after an unsatisfactory interval of indefinite conversation, which Horace could not keep up, and which the Colonel--tired, disheartened, and perplexed--sustained but dully, the young man got up and bade him "good night." Colonel Sutherland went down to the door of the inn, half with a simple precaution to see him safely out of the "temptation" of that "low company" which Horace had owned to seeking, and half by suggestion of that kindness which could not bear to see any one discouraged. "Think it well over," urged the Colonel once more, "and expect me to-morrow; and be cheerful, and keep up your heart, Horace. There's plenty of room for you in the world, and plenty of force in yourself. Good night, my dear boy--good night." CHAPTER X. When Horace Scarsdale left the lights of the village behind him, and took his way through the black roads towards Marchmain, he carried with him a burden of thoughts rather different from those which accompanied him here. Though his was neither a noble nor a sweet development of youth, still youth was in him, as in others, heroical and absolute. It is impossible to reduce to description the kind of fortune he had planned for himself; for, indeed, he had planned nothing, except a general self-glorification and domination over the world. His uncle's advice to him, to ascertain how his likings inclined, and make choice of some profession or employment precise and definite, humiliated and offended him unawares. His fancies had not condescended to any such particularity. He had an impression on his mind, how acquired he could not tell, that his father wronged him, and that it was only necessary for him to be aware of their true circumstances to set him at once beyond the common necessities of life. This conviction, however, he had never betrayed to any one; and Colonel Sutherland's recommendation, which implied the restraints of labour and something to do, was not over-palatable to the young man brought up in idleness.