"beyond my power of endurance. I cannot say whether or no he meant it at first, but he did it. He certainly meant it at last. In short, sir," with an irrepressible outburst, "in the passion into which he lashed me, I would have cut him down if I could, and I tried to do it."
"You have clenched that hand again," is Mr. Crisparkle's quiet commentary.
"I beg your pardon, sir,"
"You know your room, for I showed it to you before dinner; but I will accompany you to it once more. Your arm, if you please. Softly, for the house is all a-bed."
Scooping his hand into the same scientific elbow-rest as before, and backing it up with the inert strength of his arm, as skillfuly as a Police Expert, and with an apparent repose quite unattainable by Novices, Mr. Crisparkle conducts his pupil to the pleasant and orderly old room prepared for him. Arrived there, the young man throws himself into a chair, and, flinging his arms upon his reading-table, rests his head upon them with an air of wretched self-reproach.
The gentle Minor Canon has had it in his thoughts to leave the room, without a word. But, looking round at the door, and seeing this dejected figure, he turns back to it, touches it with a mild hand, and says "Good night!" A sob is his only acknowledgment. He might have had many a worse ; perhaps, could have had few better.
Another soft knock at the outer door, attracts his attention as he goes down stairs. He opens it to Mr. Jasper, holding in his hand the pupil's hat.
"We have had an awful scene with him," says Jasper, in a low voice.
"Has it been so bad as that?"
"Murderous!"
Mr. Crisparkle remonstrates: "No, no, no. Do not use such strong words."
"He might have laid my dear boy dead at my feet. It is no fault of his, that he did not. But that I was, through the mercy of God, swift and strong with him, he would have cut him down on my hearth."
The phrase smites home. "Ah!" thinks Mr. Crisparkle. "His own words!"
"Seeing what I have seen to-night, and hearing what I have heard," adds Jasper, with great earnestness, "I shall never know peace of mind when there is danger of those two coming together with no one else to interfere. It was horrible. There is something of the tiger in his dark blood."
"Ah!" thinks Mr. Crisparkle. "So he said!"
"You, my dear sir," pursues Jasper, taking his hand, "even you, have accepted a dangerous charge."
"You need have no fear for me, Jasper," returns Mr. Crisparkle, with a quiet smile. "I have none for myself."
"I have none for myself," returns Jasper, with an emphasis on the last pronoun, "because I am not, nor am I in the way of being,
