The sight of the gold on the table struck full on the philosopher's eyes, and waked him at once from his revery.

That gold--oh, what precious instruments, what learned manuscripts it could purchase! That gold, it was the breath of life to his model! He walked deliberately up to the table, and laid his hand upon one of the little heaps.

Marmaduke drew back his stool, and stared at him with open mouth.
"Young man, what wantest thou with all this gold ?" said Adam, in a petulant, reproachful tone.

"Put it up! put it up! Never let the poor see gold; it tempts them, sir,--it tempts them." And so saying, the student abruptly turned away his eyes, and moved towards the garden.
Marmaduke rose and put himself in Adam's way.

"Honoured sir," said the young man, "you say justly what want I with all this gold?
The only gold a young man should covet is eno' to suffice for the knight's spurs to his heels.