at the far end,--fair as moonlight and as melancholy. Strange it is,
sir, that I--naturally a boisterous, mirthful man, and now a shy,
skulking fugitive--feel more attracted, more allured towards a
countenance, in proportion as I read there the trace of sadness. I feel
less abased by my own nothingness, more emboldened to approach and say,
'Not so far apart from me: thou too hast suffered.' Why is this?"

GEORGE MORLEY.--"'The fool hath said in his heart that there is no God;'
but the fool hath not said in his heart that there is no sorrow,--pithy
and most profound sentence; intimating the irrefragable claim that binds
men to the Father. And when the chain tightens, the children are closer
drawn together. But to your wish: I will remember it. And when my
cousin returns, she shall see your Sophy."




CHAPTER V.

Mr. Waife, being by nature unlucky, considers that, in proportion as
fortune brings him good luck, nature converts it into bad. He
suffers Mr. George Morley to go away in his debt, and Sophy fears
that he will be dull in consequence.

George Morley, a few weeks after the conversation last recorded, took his
departure from Montfort Court, prepared, without a scruple, to present
himself for ordination to the friendly bishop. From Waife he derived
more than the cure of a disabling infirmity; he received those hints
which, to a man who has the natural temperament of an orator, so rarely
united with that of the scholar, expedite the mastery of the art that