He had no consciousness, God help him, of having done wrong, nor had he any new perception of the merits of the cause in which he had been engaged, or those of the men who advocated it; but he was full of cares now, and regrets, and dismal recollections, and wishes (quite unknown to him before) that this or that event had never happened, and that the sorrow and suffering of so many people had been spared.

And now he began to think how happy they would be--his father, mother, he, and Hugh--if they rambled away together, and lived in some lonely place, where there were none of these troubles; and that perhaps the blind man, who had talked so wisely about gold, and told him of the great secrets he knew, could teach them how to live without being pinched by want.

As this occurred to him, he was the more sorry that he had not seen him last night; and he was still brooding over this regret, when his father came, and touched him on the shoulder.
'Ah!' cried Barnaby, starting from his fit of thoughtfulness.

'Is it only you ?' 'Who should it be ?' 'I almost thought,' he answered, 'it was the blind man.

I must have some talk with him, father.' 'And so must I, for without seeing him, I don't know where to fly or what to do, and lingering here, is death.