Coulson and Philip were friendly, but not intimate. They never had

had a dispute, they never were confidential with each other; in

truth, they were both reserved and silent men, and, probably,

respected each other the more for being so self-contained. There was

a private feeling in Coulson's heart which would have made a less

amiable fellow dislike Philip. But of this the latter was

unconscious: they were not apt to exchange many words in the room

which they occupied jointly.

Coulson asked Philip if he had enjoyed himself at the Corneys', and

Philip replied,-'Not much; such parties are noane to my liking.' 'And yet thou broke off from t' watch-night to go there.' No answer; so Coulson went on, with a sense of the duty laid upon

him, to improve the occasion--the first that had presented itself

since the good old Methodist minister had given his congregation the

solemn warning to watch over the opportunities of various kinds

which the coming year would present.

'Jonas Barclay told us as the pleasures o' this world were like

apples o' Sodom, pleasant to look at, but ashes to taste.' Coulson wisely left Philip to make the application for himself. If

he did he made no sign, but threw himself on his bed with a heavy

sigh.

'Are yo' not going to undress?' said Coulson, as he covered him up

in bed.

There had been a long pause of silence. Philip did not answer him,

and he thought he had fallen asleep. But he was roused from his

first slumber by Hepburn's soft movements about the room. Philip had

thought better of it, and, with some penitence in his heart for his

gruffness to the unoffending Coulson, was trying not to make any

noise while he undressed.

But he could not sleep. He kept seeing the Corneys' kitchen and the

scenes that had taken place in it, passing like a pageant before his

closed eyes. Then he opened them in angry weariness at the recurring

vision, and tried to make out the outlines of the room and the

furniture in the darkness. The white ceiling sloped into the

whitewashed walls, and against them he could see the four

rush-bottomed chairs, the looking-glass hung on one side, the old

carved oak-chest (his own property, with the initials of forgotten

ancestors cut upon it), which held his clothes; the boxes that

belonged to Coulson, sleeping soundly in the bed in the opposite

corner of the room; the casement window in the roof, through which

the snowy ground on the steep hill-side could be plainly seen; and

when he got so far as this in the catalogue of the room, he fell

into a troubled feverish sleep, which lasted two or three hours; and

then he awoke with a start, and a consciousness of uneasiness,

though what about he could not remember at first.




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