I was your companion, and too valuable to you to be lost or left.

When I acquired new views of man, and began, in another sphere, that new life to which you would now turn your own eyes--when I grew strong among men, and famous, and public opinion grow enamored with the name, which your destiny compelled me to exchange for another, you sought me out--you thrust your enticements upon me; and, in an hour of gloom, and defeat, and despondency, you seized upon me with those claws of temptation which are even now upon my shoulders, and I gave up all! I made the sacrifice--name, fame, honor, troops of friends--for what?
Answer _you_! You are rich--you own slaves in abundance--secure from your own fortunes, you have wealth hourly increasing.

What have I?
This scar, this brand, that sends me among men no longer the doubtful villain--the words are written there in full!" The speaker paused, exhausted.

His face was pale and livid--his form trembled with convulsion--and his lips grew white and chalky, while quivering like a troubled water.

The landlord, after a gloomy pause, replied:-- "You have spoken but the truth, Guy, and anything that I can do--" "You will not do!" responded the other, passionately, and interrupting the speaker in his speech.