'Have received this declaration very differently?' said Harry.'Do not conceal that from me, at least, Rose.'。， The servant did not know; but would go and inquire. Shepresently returned, and said, that Mr. Brownlow had sold off hisgoods, and gone to the West Indies, six weeks before. Oliverclasped his hands, and sank feebly backward.
'You must compose yourself,' said the doctor supporting her. 'Becalm, my dear ma'am, pray.'。， 'An ass,' said the doctor again, after a further silence of someminutes. 'Even if it had been the right place, and the rightfellows had been there, what could I have done, single-handed?And if I had had assistance, I see no good that I should havedone, except leading to my own exposure, and an unavoidablestatement of the manner in which I have hushed up this business.That would have served me right, though. I am always involvingmyself in some scrape or other, by acting on impulse. It mighthave done me good.'
Oliver had been dozing; but looked worse, and was more feverishthan he had appeared yet. Being assisted by the doctor, hemanaged to sit up in bed for a minute or so; and looked at thestrangers without at all understanding what was going forward--infact, without seeming to recollect where he was, or what had beenpassing.。，
'Then, they are in the ditch!' said Harry. 'Follow! And keep asnear me, as you can.' So saying, he sprang over the hedge, anddarted off with a speed which rendered it matter of exceedingdifficulty for the others to keep near him.。，
'Yes, Harry. I owe it to myself, that I, a friendless,portionless, girl, with a blight upon my name, should not giveyour friends reason to suspect that I had sordidly yielded toyour first passion, and fastened myself, a clog, on all yourhopes and projects. I owe it to you and yours, to prevent youfrom opposing, in the warmth of your generous nature, this greatobstacle to your progress in the world.'。，
'Yes, sir'; replied the servant. 'The old gentleman, thehousekeeper, and a gentleman who was a friend of Mr. Brownlow's,all went together.。， 'He cannot be hardened in vice,' said Rose; 'It is impossible.'
'All I know is,' said Mr. Losberne, at last: sitting down with akind of desperate calmness, 'that we must try and carry it offwith a bold face. The object is a good one, and that must be ourexcuse. The boy has strong symptoms of fever upon him, and is inno condition to be talked to any more; that's one comfort. Wemust make the best of it; and if bad be the best, it is no faultof ours. Come in!'。，
。， It was but an instant, a glance, a flash, before his eyes; andthey were gone. But they had recognised him, and he them; andtheir look was as firmly impressed upon his memory, as if it hadbeen deeply carved in stone, and set before him from his birth.He stood transfixed for a moment; then, leaping from the windowinto the garden, called loudly for help.