'Stupid enough, this,' muttered the doctor to himself; 'the boymust have made a mistake. Here! Put that in your pocket, andshut yourself up again.' With these words he flung the hunchbacka piece of money, and returned to the carriage.。，
Oliver turned homeward, thinking on the many kindnesses he hadreceived from the young lady, and wishing that the time couldcome again, that he might never cease showing her how gratefuland attached he was. He had no cause for self-reproach on thescore of neglect, or want of thought, for he had been devoted toher service; and yet a hundred little occasions rose up beforehim, on which he fancied he might have been more zealous, andmore earnest, and wished he had been. We need be careful how wedeal with those about us, when every death carries to some smallcircle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so littledone--of so many things forgotten, and so many more which mighthave been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which isunavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us rememberthis, in time.。，
。， Mr. Giles, who thought this light treatment of the matter anunjust attempt at diminishing his glory, answered respectfully,that it was not for the like of him to judge about that; but herather thought it was no joke to the opposite party.
。， 'My poor boy, this is disappointment enough for one day,' saidthe doctor. 'Quite enough for both of us. If we go to thebook-stall keeper's, we shall certainly find that he is dead, orhas set his house on fire, or run away. No; home againstraight!' And in obedience to the doctor's impulse, home theywent.
'I can't say, for certain, till I see the work, of course,' saidBlathers; 'but my opinion at once is,--I don't mind committingmyself to that extent,--that this wasn't done by a yokel; eh,Duff?'。， 'More likely on that wery account,' said Duff.
Mr. Giles had risen from his seat, and taken two steps with hiseyes shut, to accompany his description with appropriate action,when he started violently, in common with the rest of thecompany, and hurried back to his chair. The cook and housemaidscreamed.。， 'Now,' said the doctor, in a whisper, as he softly turned thehandle of a bedroom-door, 'let us hear what you think of him. Hehas not been shaved very recently, but he don't look at allferocious notwithstanding. Stop, though! Let me first see thathe is in visiting order.'
'That I leave you to discover,' replied Mrs. Maylie. 'I must goback to her. God bless you!'。， 'A creature,' continued the young man, passionately, 'a creatureas fair and innocent of guile as one of God's own angels,fluttered between life and death. Oh! who could hope, when thedistant world to which she was akin, half opened to her view,that she would return to the sorrow and calamity of this! Rose,Rose, to know that you were passing away like some soft shadow,which a light from above, casts upon the earth; to have no hopethat you would be spared to those who linger here; hardly to knowa reason why you should be; to feel that you belonged to thatbright sphere whither so many of the fairest and the best havewinged their early flight; and yet to pray, amid all theseconsolations, that you might be restored to those who lovedyou--these were distractions almost too great to bear. They weremine, by day and night; and with them, came such a rushingtorrent of fears, and apprehensions, and selfish regrets, lestyou should die, and never know how devotedly I loved you, asalmost bore down sense and reason in its course. You recovered.Day by day, and almost hour by hour, some drop of health cameback, and mingling with the spent and feeble stream of life whichcirculated languidly within you, swelled it again to a high andrushing tide. I have watched you change almost from death, tolife, with eyes that turned blind with their eagerness and deepaffection. Do not tell me that you wish I had lost this; for ithas softened my heart to all mankind.'
。， 'The trouble!' cried Oliver. 'Oh! dear lady, if I could but workfor you; if I could only give you pleasure by watering yourflowers, or watching your birds, or running up and down the wholeday long, to make you happy; what would I give to do it!'
。， 'Just send somebody out to relieve my mate, will you, young man?'said the officer; 'he's in the gig, a-minding the prad. Have yougot a coach 'us here, that you could put it up in, for five orten minutes?'
。， The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marksof pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a loveand affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentlemusic, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odourof a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimescall up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, inthis life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory ofa happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened;which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.