CHAPTER XVI.
I reckon this always -- that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
What a journey that was, of weariness and pain and strong will.

Unfit, and almost unable to travel, empty of means and resources almost alike, he would go, -- and he was going; and sheer determination stood in the place and filled the want of all things beside.

It was means and resources both; for both are at the command of him who knows how to command them.

But though the will stand firm, it may stand very bare of cheering or helping thoughts; and so did Winthrop's that live-long night.

There was no wavering, but there was some sadness that kept him company.
The morning broke as cheerless as his mood.