It had taken all hope from his father.
The opening of the door attracted John's attention, and he turned his face toward me when I entered.

He had been looking toward the light, and his eyes, unaccustomed for the moment to the darkness, failed at first to recognize of me.

When the dungeon door had closed behind me, he sprang down from his perch by the window, and came toward me with outstretched hands.

He said sorrowfully:-- "Malcolm, have I brought you here, too?
Why are you in irons?
It seems that I am destined to bring calamity upon all whom I love." "It is a long story," I replied laughingly.

"I will tell it to you when the time begins to drag; but I tell you now it is through no fault of yours that I am here.