But I soon heard O'Brien's voice, and I hastened towards him.

I was close to him without his perceiving me, and found him sitting down with his face covered up in his two hands.

At last he cried, "O Pater! my poor Pater! are you taken at last?
Could I not leave you for one hour in safety?
Ochone! why did I leave you?
My poor, poor Pater! simple you were, sure enough, and that's why I loved you; but, Pater, I would have made a man of you, for you'd all the materials, that's the truth--and a fine man, too.

Where am I to look for you, Pater?
Where am I to find you, Pater?
You're fast locked up by this time, and all my trouble's gone for nothing.

But I'll be locked up too, Pater.