I shall rise to the surface many thousand times yet, and the harder the thrust that pushes me down, the more quickly I shall rebound, Smike.

But come; my errand here is to take you home.' 'Home!' faltered Smike, drawing timidly back.
'Ay,' rejoined Nicholas, taking his arm.

'Why not ?' 'I had such hopes once,' said Smike; 'day and night, day and night, for many years.

I longed for home till I was weary, and pined away with grief, but now--' 'And what now ?' asked Nicholas, looking kindly in his face.

'What now, old friend ?' 'I could not part from you to go to any home on earth,' replied Smike, pressing his hand; 'except one, except one.