College；　one　and　all；　from　the　president　downward。　Mr。　Brock　took
  the　wise　way　out　of　the　difficultyhe　said　no　more；　and　he　set
  off　for　the　inn　immediately。
  Ozias　Midwinter；　recovering　from　brain…fever；　was　a　startling
  object　to　contemplate　on　a　first　view　of　him。　His　shaven　head；
  tied　up　in　an　old　yellow　silk　handkerchief；　his　tawny；　haggard
  cheeks；　his　bright　brown　eyes；　preternaturally　large　and　wild；
  his　rough　black　beard；　his　long；　supple；　sinewy　fingers；　wasted
  by　suffering　till　they　looked　like　clawsall　tended　to
  discompose　the　rector　at　the　outset　of　the　interview。　When　the
  first　feeling　of　surprise　had　worn　off；　the　impression　that
  followed　it　was　not　an　agreeable　one。　Mr。　Brock　could　not　conceal
  from　himself　that　the　stranger's　manner　was　against　him。　The
  general　opinion　has　settled　that；　if　a　man　is　honest；　he　is　bound
  to　assert　it　by　looking　straight　at　his　fellow…creatures　when　he
  speaks　to　them。　If　this　man　was　honest；　his　eyes　showed　a
  singular　perversity　in　looking　away　and　denying　it。　Possibly　they
  were　affected　in　some　degree　by　a　nervous　restlessness　in　his
  organization；　which　appeared　to　pervade　every　fiber　in　his　lean；
  lithe　body。　The　rector's　healthy　Anglo…Saxon　flesh　crept
  responsively　at　every　casual　movement　of　the　usher's　supple　brown
  fingers；　and　every　passing　distortion　of　the　usher's　haggard
  yellow　face。　〃God　forgive　me！〃　thought　Mr。　Brock；　with　his　mind
  running　on　Allan　and　Allan's　mother；　〃I　wish　I　could　see　my　way
  to　turning　Ozias　Midwinter　adrift　in　the　world　again！〃
  The　conversation　which　ensued　between　the　two　was　a　very　guarded
  one。　Mr。　Brock　felt　his　way　gently；　and　found　himself；　try　where
  he　might；　always　kept　politely；　more　or　less；　in　the　dark。
  From　first　to　last；　the　man's　real　character　shrank　back　with　a
  savage　shyness　from　the　rector's　touch。　He　started　by　an
  assertion　which　it　was　impossible　to　look　at　him　and　believehe
  declared　that　he　was　only　twenty　years　of　age。　All　he　could　be
  persuaded　to　say　on　the　subject　of　the　school　was　that　the　bare
  recollection　of　it　was　horrible　to　him。　He　had　only　filled　the
  usher's　situation　for　ten　days　when　the　first　appearance　of　his
  illness　caused　his　dismissal。　How　he　had　reached　the　field　in
  which　he　had　been　found　was　more　than　he　could　say。　He　remembered
  traveling　a　long　distance　by　railway；　with　a　purpose　（if　he　had　a
  purpose）　which　it　was　now　impossible　to　recall；　and　then
  wandering　coastward；　on　foot；　all　through　the　day；　or　all　through
  the　nighthe　was　not　sure　which。　The　sea　kept　running　in　his
  mind　when　his　mind　began　to　give　way。　He　had　been　employed　on　the
  sea　as　a　lad。　He　had　left　it；　and　had　filled　a　situation　at　a
  bookseller's　in　a　country　town。　He　had　left　the　bookseller's；　and
  had　tried　the　school。　Now　the　school　had　turned　him　out；　he　must
  try　something　else。　It　mattered　little　what　he　tried…failure
  （for　which　nobody　was　ever　to　blame　but　himself）　was　sure　to　be
  the　end　of　it；　sooner　or　later。　Friends　to　assist　him；　he　had
  none　to　apply　to；　and　as　for　relations；　he　wished　to　be　excused
  from　speaking　of　them。　For　all　he　knew　they　might　be　dead；　and
  for　all　_they_　knew　_he_　might　be　dead。　That　was　a　melancholy
  acknowledgment　to　ma　ke　at　his　time　of　life；　there　was　no　denying
  it。　It　might　tell　against　him　in　the　opinions　of　others；　and　it
  did　tell　against　him；　no　doubt；　in　the　opinion　of　the　gentleman
  who　was　talking　to　him　at　that　moment。
  These　strange　answers　were　given　in　a　tone　and　manner　far　removed
  from　bitterness　on　the　one　side；　or　from　indifference　on　the
  other。　Ozias　Midwinter　at　twenty　spoke　of　his　life　as　Ozias
  Midwinter　at　seventy　might　have　spoken　with　a　long　weariness　of
  years　on　him　which　he　had　learned　to　bear　patiently。
  Two　circumstances　pleaded　strongly　against　the　distrust　with
  which；　in　sheer　perplexity　of　mind；　Mr。　Brock　blindly　regarded
  him。　He　had　written　to　a　savings…bank　in　a　distant　part　of
  England；　had　drawn　his　money；　and　had　paid　the　doctor　and　the
  landlord。　A　man　of　vulgar　mind；　after　acting　in　this　manner；
  would　have　treated　his　obligations　lightly　when　he　had　settled
  his　bills。　Ozias　Midwinter　spoke　of　his　obligationsand
  especially　of　his　obligation　to　Allanwith　a　fervor　of
  thankfulness　which　it　was　not　surprising　only；　but　absolutely
  painful　to　witness。　He　showed　a　horrible　sincerity　of
  astonishment　at　having　been　treated　with　common　Christian
  kindness　in　a　Christian　land。　He　spoke　of　Allan's　having　become
  answerable　for　all　the　expenses　of　sheltering；　nursing；　and
  curing　him；　with　a　savage　rapture　of　gratitude　and　surprise　which
  burst　out　of　him　like　a　flash　of　lightning。　〃So　help　me　God！〃
  cried　the　castaway　usher；　〃I　never　met　with　the　like　of　him：　I
  never　heard　of　the　like　of　him　before！〃　In　the　next　instant；　the
  one　glimpse　of　light　which　the　man　had　let　in　on　his　own
  passionate　nature　was　quenched　again　in　darkness。　His　wandering
  eyes；　returning　to　their　old　trick；　looked　uneasily　away　from　Mr。
  Brock；　and　his　voice　dropped　back　once　more　into　its　unnatural
  steadiness　and　quietness　of　tone。　〃I　beg　your　pardon；　sir；〃　he
  said。　〃I　have　been　used　to　be　hunted；　and　cheated；　and　starved。
  Everything　else　comes　strange　to　me。　〃　Half　attracted　by　the　man；
  half　repelled　by　him；　Mr。　Brock；　on　rising　to　take　leave；
  impulsively　offered　his　hand；　and　then；　with　a　sudden　misgiving；
  confusedly　drew　it　back　again。　〃You　meant　that　kindly；　sir；〃　said
  Ozias　Midwinter；　with　his　own　hands　crossed　resolutely　behind
  him。　〃I　don't　complain　of　your　thinking　better　of　it。　A　man　who
  can't　give　a　proper　account　of　himself　is　not　a　man　for　a
  gentleman　in　your　position　to　take　by　the　hand。〃
  Mr。　Brock　left　the　inn　thoroughly　puzzled。　Before　returning　to
  Mrs。　Armadale　he　sent　for　her　son。　The　chances　were　that　the
  guard　had　been　off　the　stranger's　tongue　when　he　spoke　to　Allan；
  and　with　Allan's　frankness　there　was　no　fear　of　his　concealing
  anything　that　had　passed　between　them　from　the　rector　s
  knowledge。
  Here　again　Mr。　Brock's　diplomacy　achieved　no　useful　results。
  Once　started　on　the　subject　of　Ozias　Midwinter；　Allan　rattled　on
  about　his　new　friend　in　his　usual　easy；　light…hearted　way。　But　he
  had　really　nothing　of　importance　to　tell；　for　nothing　of
  importance　had　been　revealed　to　him。　They　had　talked　about
  boat…building　and　sailing　by　the　hour　together；　and　Allan　had　got
  some　valuable　hints。　They　had　discussed　（with　diagrams　to　assist
  them；　and　with　more　valuable　hints　for　Allan）　the　serious
  impending　question　of　the　launch　of　the　yacht。　On　other　occasions
  they　had　diverged　to　other　subjectsto　more　of　them　than　Allan
  could　remember；　on　the　spur　of　the　moment。　Had　Midwinter　said
  nothing　about　his　relations　in　the　flow　of　all　this　friendly
  talk？　Nothing；　except　that　they　had　not　behaved　well　to　himhang
  his　relations！　Was　he　at　all　sensitive　on　the　subject　of　his　own
  odd　name？　Not　the　least　in　the　world；　he　had　set　the　example；
  like　a　sensible　fellow；　of　laughing　at　it　himself。
  Mr。　Brock　still　persisted。　He　inquired　next　what　Allan　had　seen
  in　the　stranger　to　take　such　a　fancy　to？　Allan　had　seen　in
  himwhat　he　didn't　see　in　people　in　general。　He　wasn't　like　all
  the　other　fellows　in　the　neighborhood。　All　the　other　fellows　were
  cut　out　on　the　same　pattern。　Every　man　of　them　was　equally
  healthy；　muscular；　loud；　hard…hearted；　clean…skinned；　and　rough；
  every　man　of　them　drank　the　same　draughts　of　beer；　smoked　the
  same　short　pipes　all　day　long；　rode　the　best　horse；　shot　over　the
  best　dog；　and　put　the　best　bottle　of　wine　in　England　on　his　table
  at　night；　every　man　of　them　sponged　himself　every　morning　in　the
  same　sort　of　tub　of　cold　water　and　bragged　about　it　in　frosty
  weather　in　the　same　sort　of　way；　every　man　of　them　thought
  getting　into　debt　a　capital　joke　and　betting　on　horse…races　one
  of　the　most　meritorious　actions　that　a　human　being　can　perform。
  They　were；　no　doubt；　excellent　fellows　in　their　way；　but　the
  worst　of　them　was；　they　were　all　exactly　alike。　It　was　a　perfect
  godsend　to　meet　with　a　man　like　Midwintera　man　who　was　not　cut
  out　on　the　regular　local　pattern；　and　whose　way　in　the　world　had
  the　one　great　merit　（in　those　parts）　of　being　a　way　of　his　own。
  Leaving　all　remonstrances　for　a　fitter　opportunity；　the　rector
  went　back　to　Mrs。　Armadale。　He　could　not　disguise　from　himself
  that　Allan's　mother　was　the　person　really　answerable　for　Allan's
  present　indiscretion。　If　the　lad　had　seen　a　little　less　of　the
  small　gentry　in　the　neighborhood；　and　a　little　more　of　the　great
  outside　world　at　home　and　abroad；　the　pleasure　of　cultivating
  Ozias　Midwinter's　society　might　have　had　fewer　attractions　for
  him。
  Conscious　of　the　unsatisfactory　result　of　his　visit　to　the　inn；
  Mr。　Brock　felt　some　anxiety　about　the　reception　of　his　report
  when　he　found　himself　once　more　in　Mrs。　Armadale's　presence。　His
  forebodings　were　soon　realized。　Try　as　he　might　to　make　the　best
  of　it；　Mrs。　Armadale　seized　on　the　one　suspicious　fact　of　the
  usher's　silence　about　himself　as　justifying　the　strongest
  measures　that　could　be　taken　to　separate　him　from　her　son。　If　the
  rector　refused　to　interfere；　she　declared　her　intention　of
  writing　to　Ozias　Midwinter　with　her　own　hand。　Remonstrance
  irritated　her　to　such　a　pit