GODFREY.
Who is he?--There is one would glad my heart.
When college scenes arise, yourself and Bolton--

MARGRAVE.
'Tis he I mean.

GODFREY.
What, Bolton? Harry Bolton?
I heard some fellow-travelers in the cars
Talking of one Judge Bolton, as the man
Who filled his orb of duty like the sun--
Shining on all, and drawing all t' obey.
Surely this cannot be our Harry Bolton--
The frank, warm-hearted, but most wayward youth.
Whose mind was like a comet--now all light.
Anon, away where reason could not follow.
He surely has not reached this grave estate
Of Judge!

MARGRAVE.
The same, the same--our Harry Bolton.
And better still, a man whom all men honor.

GODFREY.
I must see him. Let us go at once. I feel
A joy like that of Joseph's when he found
That his young brother Benjamin had come.
Though now the order is reversed, for here
The youngest claims the honors.