€"That's right," Arthur said, "I'm tremendously in want of some brandy-vigour."
"I'm glad to see you've got a light, sir," said Adam. "I've been thinking I'd better have asked for a lanthorn."
"No, no: the candle will last long enough—I shall soon be up to walking home now."
"I can't go before I've seen you safe home, sir," said Adam, hesitatingly.
"No: it will be better for you to stay—sit down."
Adam sat down, and they remained opposite to each other in uneasy silence, while Arthur slowly drank brandy-and-water, with visibly renovating effect. He began to lie in a more voluntary position, and looked as if he were less overpowered by bodily sensations. Adam was keenly alive to these indications, and as his anxiety about Arthur's condition began to be allayed, he felt more of that impatience which every one knows who has had his just indignation suspended by the physical state of the culprit. Yet there was one thing on his mind to be done before he could recur to remonstrance: it was to confess what had been unjust in his own words. Perhaps he longed all the more to make
