CHAPTER XI.
"D'ye stand amazed ?--Look o'er thy head, Maximinian! Look to the terror which overhangs thee." BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Prophetess.
Phillip had been five weeks in his new home: in another week, he was to enter on his articles of apprenticeship.

With a stern, unbending gloom of manner, he had commenced the duties of his novitiate.

He submitted to all that was enjoined him.

He seemed to have lost for ever the wild and unruly waywardness that had stamped his boyhood; but he was never seen to smile--he scarcely ever opened his lips.

His very soul seemed to have quitted him with its faults; and he performed all the functions of his situation with the quiet listless regularity of a machine.