He could hardly collect himself enough to obey the summons of the venerable old man, as he beckoned him silently out of the room, and led him, with the titters of the young students ringing in his ears, through the door by which he had entered, and along a gallery, till he stopped and knocked humbly at a door....

She must be within! knocked together under him.

His heart sank and sank into abysses! Poor wretch!....

He was half minded once to escape and dash into the street....

but was it not his one hope, his one object ?....