CHAPTER XCI.

On leaving Vivian, I did not presume to promise him Roland's immediate

pardon. I did not urge him to attempt to see his father. I felt the

time was not come for either pardon or interview. I contented myself

with the victory I had already gained. I judged it right that thought,

solitude, and suffering should imprint more deeply the lesson, and

prepare the way to the steadfast resolution of reform. I left him

seated by the stream, and with the promise to inform him at the small

hostelry, where he took up his lodging, how Roland struggled through

his illness.

On returning to the inn, I was uneasy to see how long a time had

elapsed since I had left my uncle. But on coming into his room, to

my surprise and relief I found him up and dressed, and with a serene

though fatigued expression of countenance. He asked me no questions

where I had been--perhaps from sympathy with my feelings in parting

with Miss Trevanion--perhaps from conjecture that the indulgence of

those feelings had not wholly engrossed my time.

But he said simply, "I think I understood from you that you had sent

for Austin--is it so?"

"Yes, sir; but I named * * * * *, as the nearest point to the Tower,

for the place of meeting."

"Then let us go hence forthwith--nay, I shall be better for the change.

And here, there must be curiosity, conjecture--torture!" said he,

locking his hands tightly together. "Order the horses at once!"

I left the room, accordingly; and while they were getting ready the

horses, I ran to the place where I had left Vivian. He was still there,

in the same attitude, covering his face with his hands, as if to

shut out the sun. I told him hastily of Roland's improvement, of our

approaching departure, and asked him an address in London at which I

could find him. He gave me as his direction the same lodging at which I

had so often visited him. "If there be no vacancy there for me," said

he, "I shall leave word where I am to be found. But I would gladly be

where I was, before--" He did not finish the sentence. I pressed his

hand and left him.

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