You will remember that when I saw him at Oxford his eyes were always cast down, so that I never knew their colour.

This time they were wide open; indeed he was looking full at us, and they were a light brown and very brilliant." I saw that my brother was exciting himself, and was still weak from his recent swoon.

I knew, too, that any ordinary person of strong mind would say at once that his brain wandered, and yet I had a dreadful conviction all the while that what he told me was the truth.

All I could do was to beg him to calm himself, and to reflect how vain such fancies must be.
"We must trust, dear John," I said, "in God.

I am sure that so long as we are not living in conscious sin, we shall never be given over to any evil power; and I know my brother too well to think that he is doing anything he knows to be evil.