〃Mustapha　was　like　all　the　rest　of　you　young　men　of　the　present
  dayhe　go　t　restless　after　dinner。　'Let's　go　to　a　public
  amusement；　Mr。　Pedgift；'　says　he。　'Public　amusement？　Why；　it's
  Sunday　evening！'　says　I。　'All　right；　sir；'　says　Mustapha。　'They
  stop　acting　on　the　stage；　I　grant　you；　on　Sunday　eveningbut
  they　don't　stop　acting　in　the　pulpit。　Come　and　see　the　last　new
  Sunday　performer　of　our　time。'　As　he　wouldn't　have　any　more　wine；
  there　was　nothing　else　for　it　but　to　go。
  〃We　went　to　a　street　at　the　West　End；　and　found　it　blocked　up
  with　carriages。　If　it　hadn't　been　Sunday　night；　I　should　have
  thought　we　were　going　to　the　opera。　'What　did　I　tell　you？'　says
  Mustapha；　taking　me　up　to　an　open　door　with　a　gas　star　outside
  and　a　bill　of　the　performance。　I　had　just　time　to　notice　that　I
  was　going　to　one　of　a　series　of　'Sunday　Evening　Discourses　on　the
  Pomps　and　Vanities　of　the　World；　by　A　Sinner　Who　Has　Served
  Them；'　when　Mustapha　jogged　my　elbow；　and　whispered；　'Half　a
  crown　is　the　fashionable　tip。'　I　found　myself　between　two　demure
  and　silent　gentlemen；　with　plates　in　their　hands；　uncommonly　well
  filled　already　with　the　fashionable　tip。　Mustapha　patronized　one
  plate；　and　I　the　other。　We　passed　through　two　doors　into　a　long
  room；　crammed　with　people。　And　there；　on　a　platform　at　the
  further　end；　holding　forth　to　the　audience；　wasnot　a　man；　as　I
  had　expected　but　a　Woman；　and　that　woman；　MOTHER　OLDERSHAW！　You
  never　listened　to　anything　more　eloquent　in　your　life。　As　long　as
  I　heard　her　she　was　never　once　at　a　loss　for　a　word　anywhere。　I
  shall　think　less　of　oratory　as　a　human　accomplishment；　for　the
  rest　of　my　days；　after　that　Sunday　evening。　As　for　the　matter　of
  the　sermon；　I　may　describe　it　as　a　narrative　of　Mrs。　Oldershaw's
  experience　among　dilapidated　women；　profusely　illustrated　in　the
  pious　and　penitential　style。　You　will　ask　what　sort　of　audience
  it　was。　Principally　Women；　Augustusand；　as　I　hope　to　be　saved；
  all　the　old　harridans　of　the　world　of　fashion　whom　Mother
  Oldershaw　had　enameled　in　her　time；　sitting　boldly　in　the　front
  places；　with　their　cheeks　ruddled　with　paint；　in　a　state　of
  devout　enjoyment　wonderful　to　see！　I　left　Mustapha　to　hear　the
  end　of　it。　And　I　thought　to　myself；　as　I　went　out；　of　what
  Shakespeare　says　somewhere；　'Lord；　what　fools　we　mortals　be！'
  〃Have　I　anything　more　to　tell　you　before　I　leave　off？　Only　one
  thing　that　I　can　remember。
  〃That　wretched　old　Bashwood　has　confirmed　the　fears　I　told　you　I
  had　about　him　when　he　was　brought　back　here　from　London。　There　is
  no　kind　of　doubt　that　he　has　really　lost　all　the　little　reason　he
  ever　had。　He　is　perfectly　harmless；　and　perfectly　happy。　And　he
  would　do　very　well　if　we　could　only　prevent　him　from　going　out　in
  his　last　new　suit　of　clothes；　smirking　and　smiling　and　inviting
  everybody　to　his　approaching　marriage　with　the　handsomest　woman
  in　England。　It　ends　of　course　in　the　boys　pelting　him；　and　in　his
  coming　here　crying　to　me；　covered　with　mud。　The　moment　his
  clothes　are　cleaned　again　he　falls　back　into　his　favorite
  delusion；　and　struts　about　before　the　church　gates；　in　the
  character　of　a　bridegroom；　waiting　for　Miss　Gwilt。　We　must　get
  the　poor　wretch　taken　care　of　somewhere　for　the　rest　of　the
  little　time　he　has　to　live。　Who　would　ever　have　thought　of　a　man
  at　his　age　falling　in　love？　And　who　would　ever　have　believed　that
  the　mischief　that　woman's　beauty　has　done　could　have　reached　as
  far　in　the　downward　direction　as　our　superannuated　old　clerk？
  〃Good…by；　for　the　present；　my　dear　boy。　If　you　see　a　particularly
  handsome　snuff…box　in　Paris；　rememberthough　your　father　scorns
  Testimonialshe　doesn't　object　to　receive　a　present　from　his
  son。
  〃Yours　affectionately；
  A。　PEDGIFT；　Sen。
  〃POSTSCRIPT。I　think　it　likely　that　the　account　you　mention　in
  the　French　papers；　of　a　fatal　quarrel　among　some　foreign　sailors
  in　one　of　the　Lipari　Islands；　and　of　the　death　of　their　captain；
  among　others；　may　really　have　been　a　quarrel　among　the　scoundrels
  who　robbed　Mr。　Armadale　and　scuttled　his　yacht。　_Those_　fellows；
  luckily　for　society；　can't　always　keep　up　appearances；　and；　in
  their　case；　Rogues　and　Retribution　do　occasionally　come　into
  collision　with　each　other。〃
  CHAPTER　II。
  MIDWINTER。
  THE　spring　had　advanced　to　the　end　of　April。　It　was　the　eve　of
  Allan's　wedding…day。　Midwinter　and　he　had　sat　talking　together　at
  the　great　house　till　far　into　the　nighttill　so　far　that　it　had
  struck　twelve　long　since；　and　the　wedding　day　was　already　some
  hours　old。
  For　the　most　part　the　conversation　had　turned　on　the　bridegroom's
  plans　and　projects。　It　was　not　till　the　two　friends　rose　to　go　to
  rest　that　Allan　insisted　on　making　Midwinter　speak　of　himself。
  〃We　have　had　enough；　and　more　than　enough；　of　_my_　future；〃　he
  began；　in　his　bluntly　straightforward　way。　〃Let's　say　something
  now；　Midwinter；　about　yours。　You　have　promised　me；　I　know；　that；
  if　you　take　to　literature；　it　shan't　part　us；　and　that；　if　you　go
  on　a　sea…voyage；　you　will　remember；　when　you　come　back；　that　my
  house　is　your　home。　But　this　is　the　last　chance　we　have　of　being
  together　in　our　old　way；　and　I　own　I　should　like　to　know〃　His
  voice　faltered；　and　his　eyes　moistened　a　little。　He　left　the
  sentence　unfinished。
  Midwinter　took　his　hand　and　helped　him；　as　he　had　often　helped
  him　to　the　words　that　he　wanted　in　the　by…gone　time。
  〃You　would　like　to　know；　Allan；〃　he　said；　〃that　I　shall　not　bring
  an　aching　heart　with　me　to　your　wedding　day？　If　you　will　let　me
  go　back　for　a　moment　to　the　past；　I　think　I　can　satisfy　you。〃
  They　took　their　chairs　again。　Allan　saw　that　Midwinter　was　moved。
  〃Why　distress　yourself？〃　he　asked；　kindly〃why　go　back　to　the
  past？〃
  〃For　two　reasons；　Allan。　I　ought　to　have　thanked　you　long　since
  for　the　silence　you　have　observed；　for　my　sake；　on　a　matter　that
  must　have　seemed　very　strange　to　you。　You　know　what　the　name　is
  which　appears　on　the　register　of　my　marriage；　and　yet　you　have
  forborne　to　speak　of　it；　from　the　fear　of　distressing　me。　Before
  you　enter　on　your　new　life；　let　us　come　to　a　first　and　last
  understanding　about　this。　I　ask　youas　one　more　kindness　to
  meto　accept　my　assurance　（strange　as　the　thing　may　seem　to　you）
  that　I　am　blameless　in　this　matter；　and　I　entreat　you　to　believe
  that　the　reasons　I　have　for　leaving　it　unexplained　are　reasons
  which；　if　Mr。　Brock　was　living；　Mr。　Brook　himself　would　approve。〃
  In　those　words　he　kept　the　secret　of　the　two　names；　and　left　the
  memory　of　Allan's　mother；　what　he　had　found　it；　a　sacred　memory
  in　the　heart　of　her　son。
  〃One　word　more；〃　he　went　on〃a　word　which　will　take　us；　this
  time；　from　past　to　future。　It　has　been　said；　and　truly　said；　that
  out　of　Evil　may　come　Good。　Out　of　the　horror　and　the　misery　of
  that　night　you　know　of　has　come　the　silencing　of　a　doubt　which
  once　made　my　life　miserable　with　groundless　anxiety　about　you　and
  about　myself。　No　clouds　raised　by　my　superstition　will　ever　come
  between　us　again。　I　can't　honestly　tell　you　that　I　am　more
  willing　now　than　I　was　when　we　were　in　the　Isle　of　Man　to　take
  what　is　called　the　rational　view　of　your　Dream。　Though　I　know
  what　extraordinary　coincidences　are　perpetually　happening　in　the
  experience　of　all　of　us；　still　I　cannot　accept　coincidences　as
  explaining　the　fulfillment　of　the　Visions　which　our　own　eyes　have
  seen。　All　I　can　sincerely　say　for　myself　is；　what　I　think　it　will
  satisfy　you　to　know；　that　I　have　learned　to　view　the　purpose　of
  the　Dream　with　a　new　mind。　I　once　believed　that　it　was　sent　to
  rouse　your　distrust　of　the　friendless　man　whom　you　had　taken　as　a
  brother　to　your　heart。　I　now　_know_　that　it　came　to　you　as　a
  timely　warning　to　take　him　closer　still。　Does　this　help　to
  satisfy　you　that　I；　too；　am　standing　hopefully　on　the　brink　of　a
  new　life；　and　that　while　we　live；　brother；　your　love　and　mine
  will　never　be　divided　again？〃
  They　shook　hands　in　silence。　Allan　was　the　first　to　recover
  himself。　He　answered　in　the　few　words　of　kindly　assurance　which
  were　the　best　words　that　he　could　address　to　his　friend。
  〃I　have　heard　all　I　ever　want　to　hear　about　the　past；〃　he　said；
  〃and　I　know　what　I　most　wanted　to　know　about　the　future。
  Everybody　says；　Midwinter；　you　have　a　career　before　you；　and　I
  believe　that　everybody　is　right。　Who　knows　what　great　things　may
  happen　before　you　and　I　are　many　years　older？〃
  〃Who　_need_　know？〃　said　Midwinter；　calmly。　〃Happen　what　may；　God
  is　all…merciful；　God　is　all…wise。　In　those　words　your　dear　old
  friend　once　wrote　to　me。　In　that　faith　I　can　look　back　without
  murmuring　at　the　years　that　are　past；　and　can　look　on　without
  doubting　to　the　years　that　are　to　come。〃
  He　rose；　and　walked　to　the　window。　While　they　had　been　speaking
  together　the　darkness　had　passed。　The　first　light　of　the　new　day
  met　him　as　he　looked　out；　and　rested　tenderly　on　his　face。
  APPENDIX。
  NOTEMy　readers　will　perceive　that　I　have　purposely　left　them；
  with　reference　to　the　Dream　in　this　story；　in　the　position　which
  they　would　occupy　in　the　case　of　a　dream　in　real　life：　they　are
  free　to　interpret　it　by　the　natural　or　the　supernatural　theory；
  as　the　bent　of　their　own　minds　may　incline　them。　Persons　disposed
  to　take　the　rational　view