Suddenly his great beautiful eyes opened to preternatural wideness, as if trying to grasp a new thought.

He started, shifted his feet to and fro, his arms straight down by his sides, his fingers clutching after something.

Then he looked up hurriedly again at Campbell; and Thurnall looked at him also; and his face was as the face of an angel.
"Miserable ass!" thought Tom, "if he don't see innocence in that man's countenance, he wouldn't see it in his own child's." Elsley suddenly turned his back to them, and thrust his hand into his bosom.

Now was Tom's turn.
In a moment he had vaulted over the table, and seized Elsley's wrist, ere he could draw the second pistol.
"No, my dear Jack," whispered he quietly, "once is enough in a day!" "Not for him, Tom, for myself!" moaned Elsley.
"For neither, dear lad! Let bygones be bygones, and do you be a new man, and go home to Mrs.Vavasour." "Never, never, never, never, never, never!" shrieked Elsley like a baby, every word increasing in intensity, till the whole house rang; and then threw himself into the crazy chair, and dashed his head between his hands upon the table.
"This is a case for me, Major Campbell.

I think you had better go now." "You will not leave him ?" "No, sir.