"Oh, my friend! may I believe you? May I speak to you?" She leaned close to him. "You know my heart. I have no better ambition than to be your friend. Surely I divide your grief, and may I not claim your confidence? Who has wept more over your great and dreadful sorrows? I would not have come to you, but I do believe that sorrow shared relieves the burden, and it is now that you may feel a woman's aid, and something of what a woman could be to you." ... "Be assured," he gravely said, "I thank you, Emmeline, for your intentions." "No, no! not for my intentions! And do not thank me. Think of him ... think of your dear boy.... Our Richard, as we have called him.--Oh! do not think it a foolish superstition of mine, but I have had a thought this night that has kept me in torment till I rose to speak to you.... Tell me first you have forgiven him." "A father bears no malice to his son, Emmeline." "Your heart has forgiven him?" "My heart has taken what he gave." "And quite forgiven him?" "You will hear no complaints of mine." The lady paused despondingly, and looked at him in a wistful manner, saying with a sigh, "Yes! I know how noble you are, and different from others!" He drew one of his hands from her relaxed hold. "You ought to be in bed, Emmeline." "I cannot sleep." "Go, and talk to me another time." "No, it must be now. You have helped me when I struggled to rise into a clearer world, and I think, humble as I am, I can help you now. I have had a thought this night that if you do not pray for him and bless him ... it will end miserably. My friend, have you done so?" He was stung and offended, and could hardly help showing it in spite of his mask. "Have you done so, Austin?" "This is assuredly a new way of committing fathers to the follies of their sons, Emmeline!" "No, not that. But will you pray for your boy, and bless him, before the day comes?" He restrained himself to pronounce his words calmly:--"And I must do this, or it will end in misery? How else can it end? Can I save him from the seed he has sown? Consider, Emmeline, what you say. He has repeated his cousin's sin. You see the end of that."... "Oh, so different! This young person is _not_, is _not_ of the class poor Austin Wentworth allied himself to. Indeed it is different. And he--be just and admit his nobleness. I fancied you did. This young person has great beauty, she has the elements of good breeding, she--indeed I think, had she been in another position, you would not have looked upon her unfavourably." "She may be too good for my son!" The baronet spoke with sublime bitterness. "No woman is too good for Richard, and you know it." "Pass her." "Yes, I will speak only of him. He met her by a fatal accident. We thought his love dead, and so did he till he saw her again. He met her, he thought we were plotting against him, he thought he should lose her for ever, and in the madness of an hour he did this." ...