I have sowed folly, and now I am reaping the crop.

I am----" Here his further speech was interrupted by a fit of coughing, which shook his lean figure severely.

At its conclusion he was so exhausted that he was forced to support himself against the railings.

"A portion of the crop," he murmured.
Lucian was sorry for the man, who seemed scarcely capable of looking after himself, and he thought it unwise to leave him in such a plight.
At the same time, he was impatient of lingering in the heart of the clammy fog at such a late hour; so, as his companion seemed indisposed to move, he caught him again by the arm without ceremony.

The abrupt action seemed to waken again the fears of Berwin.
"Where would you take me ?" he asked, resisting the gentle force used by Lucian.
"To your own house.