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As
Mr.
Kirwin
said
this
,
notwithstanding
the
agitation
I
endured
on
this
retrospect
of
my
sufferings
,
I
also
felt
considerable
surprise
at
the
knowledge
he
seemed
to
possess
concerning
me
.
I
suppose
some
astonishment
was
exhibited
in
my
countenance
,
for
Mr.
Kirwin
hastened
to
say
,
"
Immediately
upon
your
being
taken
ill
,
all
the
papers
that
were
on
your
person
were
brought
me
,
and
I
examined
them
that
I
might
discover
some
trace
by
which
I
could
send
to
your
relations
an
account
of
your
misfortune
and
illness
.
I
found
several
letters
,
and
,
among
others
,
one
which
I
discovered
from
its
commencement
to
be
from
your
father
.
I
instantly
wrote
to
Geneva
;
nearly
two
months
have
elapsed
since
the
departure
of
my
letter
.
But
you
are
ill
;
even
now
you
tremble
;
you
are
unfit
for
agitation
of
any
kind
.
"
"
This
suspense
is
a
thousand
times
worse
than
the
most
horrible
event
;
tell
me
what
new
scene
of
death
has
been
acted
,
and
whose
murder
I
am
now
to
lament
?
"
"
Your
family
is
perfectly
well
,
"
said
Mr.
Kirwin
with
gentleness
;
"
and
someone
,
a
friend
,
is
come
to
visit
you
.
"
I
know
not
by
what
chain
of
thought
the
idea
presented
itself
,
but
it
instantly
darted
into
my
mind
that
the
murderer
had
come
to
mock
at
my
misery
and
taunt
me
with
the
death
of
Clerval
,
as
a
new
incitement
for
me
to
comply
with
his
hellish
desires
.
I
put
my
hand
before
my
eyes
,
and
cried
out
in
agony
,
"
Oh
!
Take
him
away
!
I
can
not
see
him
;
for
God
's
sake
,
do
not
let
him
enter
!
"
Mr.
Kirwin
regarded
me
with
a
troubled
countenance
.
He
could
not
help
regarding
my
exclamation
as
a
presumption
of
my
guilt
and
said
in
rather
a
severe
tone
,
"
I
should
have
thought
,
young
man
,
that
the
presence
of
your
father
would
have
been
welcome
instead
of
inspiring
such
violent
repugnance
.
"
"
My
father
!
"
cried
I
,
while
every
feature
and
every
muscle
was
relaxed
from
anguish
to
pleasure
.
"
Is
my
father
indeed
come
?
How
kind
,
how
very
kind
!
But
where
is
he
,
why
does
he
not
hasten
to
me
?
"
My
change
of
manner
surprised
and
pleased
the
magistrate
;
perhaps
he
thought
that
my
former
exclamation
was
a
momentary
return
of
delirium
,
and
now
he
instantly
resumed
his
former
benevolence
.
He
rose
and
quitted
the
room
with
my
nurse
,
and
in
a
moment
my
father
entered
it
.
Nothing
,
at
this
moment
,
could
have
given
me
greater
pleasure
than
the
arrival
of
my
father
.
I
stretched
out
my
hand
to
him
and
cried
,
"
Are
you
,
then
,
safe
--
and
Elizabeth
--
and
Ernest
?
"
My
father
calmed
me
with
assurances
of
their
welfare
and
endeavoured
,
by
dwelling
on
these
subjects
so
interesting
to
my
heart
,
to
raise
my
desponding
spirits
;
but
he
soon
felt
that
a
prison
can
not
be
the
abode
of
cheerfulness
.
"
What
a
place
is
this
that
you
inhabit
,
my
son
!
"
said
he
,
looking
mournfully
at
the
barred
windows
and
wretched
appearance
of
the
room
.
"
You
travelled
to
seek
happiness
,
but
a
fatality
seems
to
pursue
you
.
And
poor
Clerval
--
"
