Mind that! And keep out of Adrian's way as much as you can.

And keep to one story." With these sage directions the young leader marched his companion-culprit down to inspect the jail where Tom Bakewell lay groaning over the results of the super-mundane conflict, and the victim of it that he was.
In Lobourne Austin Wentworth had the reputation of the poor man's friend; a title he earned more largely ere he went to the reward God alone can give to that supreme virtue.

Dame Bakewell, the mother of Tom, on hearing of her son's arrest, had run to comfort him and render him what help she could; but this was only sighs and tears, and, oh deary me! which only perplexed poor Tom, who bade her leave an unlucky chap to his fate, and not make himself a thundering villain.

Whereat the dame begged him to take heart, and he should have a true comforter.

"And though it's a gentleman that's coming to you, Tom--for he never refuses a poor body," said Mrs.Bakewell, "it's a true Christian, Tom! and the Lord knows if the sight of him mayn't be the saving of you, for he's light to look on, and a sermon to listen to, he is!" Tom was not prepossessed by the prospect of a sermon, and looked a sullen dog enough when Austin entered his cell.