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I
pray
that
it
may
be
given
him
,
like
Stephen
,
to
see
the
heavens
open
and
the
Son
of
Man
standing
on
the
right
hand
of
God
.
.
.
.
I
tell
you
that
there
’
s
those
among
us
now
that
will
burn
in
Hell
for
this
day
’
s
work
.
Blind
,
blind
.
.
.
"
He
choked
,
his
face
coloured
with
a
rush
of
blood
,
he
swayed
and
would
have
fallen
had
not
David
caught
him
.
The
cessation
of
the
haunting
voice
restored
the
assembly
to
its
senses
.
Murmurings
began
,
and
the
Moderator
dropped
his
hand
from
his
throat
and
found
speech
.
"
This
is
most
unseemly
.
Our
brother
is
sick
and
has
forgotten
himself
.
Let
the
work
of
the
Court
proceed
.
"
David
lifted
the
half
-
fainting
Mr
.
Fordyce
in
his
arms
.
He
bowed
to
the
Moderator
.
"
My
presence
is
no
longer
needed
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
no
more
to
say
and
am
in
the
hands
of
the
Court
.
Meantime
I
must
look
to
my
friend
.
"
He
left
the
kirk
with
his
burden
.
He
took
him
to
the
little
inn
in
the
Northgate
and
put
him
to
bed
.
The
landlady
was
a
kindly
soul
and
promised
to
tend
him
well
;
there
was
no
serious
illness
-
-
excitement
and
emotion
and
an
unaccustomed
effort
had
drawn
heavily
upon
Mr
.
Fordyce
’
s
small
reserve
of
strength
-
-
he
needed
only
rest
to
be
himself
again
.
David
found
a
Cauldshaw
man
just
setting
off
up
the
water
,
and
sent
by
him
a
message
to
ease
the
mind
of
Mrs
.
Fordyce
and
tell
her
that
her
husband
would
return
on
the
morrow
.
When
he
left
him
he
was
sleeping
.
This
business
occupied
his
time
till
late
afternoon
,
and
gloaming
had
already
set
in
before
he
rode
out
of
Kirk
Aller
.
The
Presbytery
business
was
long
since
concluded
,
and
the
kirk
on
the
brae
was
vacant
and
locked
.
The
members
had
departed
,
for
the
yard
of
the
Cross
Keys
,
which
in
the
morning
had
been
like
a
horse
fair
,
was
now
empty
.
The
wind
,
which
had
been
growing
in
violence
all
day
,
had
now
reached
the
force
of
a
gale
,
and
as
David
turned
the
corner
above
the
gorge
where
the
Aller
breaks
from
the
hills
into
the
haugh
,
it
met
him
full
in
the
face
.
He
pulled
his
hat
low
on
his
head
and
looked
back
.
The
little
town
,
very
bleak
and
grey
in
the
chill
April
evening
,
lay
smoking
with
its
hundred
chimneys
.
The
sight
affected
him
with
a
painful
regret
.
It
seemed
a
last
look
upon
the
life
from
which
he
was
now
an
outcast
,
a
life
which
eighteen
months
ago
he
had
so
warmly
embraced
.
He
was
coming
out
of
his
abstraction
now
,
and
looking
at
cold
realities
.
Mr
.
Fordyce
’
s
outburst
in
the
Presbytery
had
shattered
his
secret
world
.
Katrine
was
in
bliss
,
and
he
was
left
alone
on
the
bare
roads
of
earth
.
Very
solitary
he
felt
;
his
father
was
dead
,
Mark
Riddel
was
a
fugitive
,
Reiverslaw
had
failed
him
,
his
Church
had
cast
him
out
;
there
was
no
place
for
him
,
it
seemed
,
in
all
the
habitable
globe
,
no
work
to
his
hand
,
no
friend
to
lean
on
.
He
was
looking
at
life
now
in
a
light
as
bleak
as
that
April
day
which
was
now
vanishing
from
the
hills
.
.
.
.
He
seemed
to
have
lost
the
power
of
feeling
.
He
had
no
grudge
against
his
enemies
,
no
hatred
even
for
Chasehope
;
his
humility
had
become
so
deep
that
it
was
almost
the
abnegation
of
manhood
.
He
was
very
tired
and
had
lost
the
will
to
contend
.
"
Katrine
,
Katrine
!
"
his
heart
cried
,
"
I
’
m
not
wanted
on
earth
,
and
there
’
s
no
comfort
here
for
the
comfortless
.
O
my
love
,
that
I
were
with
you
!
"
