calm benignant force—an expression which nourished Mordecai's confidence and made an open way before him. He began to speak.
"You cannot know what has guided me to you and brought us together at this moment. You are wondering."
"I am not impatient," said Deronda. "I am ready to listen to whatever you may wish to disclose."
"You see some of the reasons why I needed you," said Mordecai, speaking quietly, as if he wished to reserve his strength. "You see that I am dying. You see that I am as one shut up behind bars by the wayside, who if he spoke to any would be met only by head-shaking and pity. The day is closing—the light is fading—soon we should not have been able to discern each other. But you have come in time."
"I rejoice that I am come in time," said Deronda, feelingly. He would not say, "I hope you are not mistaken in me,"—the very word "mistaken," he thought, would be a cruelty at that moment.
"But the hidden reasons why I need you began afar off," said Mordecai; "began in my early years when I was studying in another land. Then ideas, beloved ideas, came to me,
