You're of a special class; one of those who, as we said the other day--don't you remember ?--are a source of the sacred terror.

People made in such a way must take the consequences; just as people must take them," Mitchy went on, "who are made as _I_ am.

So cheer up!" Mitchy, uttering this incitement, had moved to the empty chair by the window, in which he presently was sunk; and it might have been in emulation of his previous strolling and straying that Vanderbank himself now began to revolve.

The meditation he next threw out, however, showed a certain resistance to Mitchy's advice.

"I'm glad at any rate I don't deprive her of a fortune." "You don't deprive her of mine of course," Mitchy answered from the chair; "but isn't her enjoyment of Mr.Longdon's at least a good deal staked after all on your action ?" Vanderbank stopped short.