CHAPTER V.
| 1st Citizen. | Sir, there's a hurry in the veins of youth |
| 2d Citizen. | What if the coolness of our tardier veins |
| 1st Citizen. | All things cool with time— |
| 2d Citizen. | 'Tis a poor climax, to my weaker thought, |
In the evening, when Mr Lyon was expecting the knock at the door that would announce Felix Holt, he occupied his cushionless arm-chair in the sitting-room, and was skimming rapidly, in his shortsighted way, by the light of one candle, the pages of a missionary report, emitting occasionally a slight "Hm-m" that appeared to be expressive of criticism rather than of approbation. The room was dismally furnished, the only objects indicating an intention of ornament being a bookcase, a map of the Holy Land, an engraved portrait of Dr Doddridge, and a black bust with a coloured face, which for some reason or other was covered with green gauze. Yet
