on　the　fire；　with　his　feet　at　ease　upon　the　fender；　seemed　to
  have　forgotten　his　question。
  Mrs。　Mervale　bit　her　lips；　looked　thoughtful；　and　at　last　coldly
  replied；　〃Certainly；　Mr。　Mervale；　your　friends　do　right　to　make
  themselves　at　home。〃
  With　that　she　lighted　a　candle；　and　moved　majestically　from　the
  room。　　When　she　returned；　the　two　friends　had　vanished　into　Mr。
  Mervale's　study。
  Twelve　o'clock　struck；one　o'clock；　two！　　Thrice　had　Mrs。
  Mervale　sent　into　the　room　to　know；first；　if　they　wanted
  anything；　secondly；　if　Mr。　Glyndon　slept　on　a　mattress　or
  feather…bed；　thirdly；　to　inquire　if　Mr。　Glyndon's　trunk；　which　he
  had　brought　with　him；　should　be　unpacked。　　And　to　the　answer　to
  all　these　questions　was　added；　in　a　loud　voice　from　the　visitor；
  a　voice　that　pierced　from　the　kitchen　to　the　attic；〃Another
  bowl！　stronger；　if　you　please；　and　be　quick　with　it！〃
  At　last　Mr。　Mervale　appeared　in　the　conjugal　chamber；　not
  penitent；　nor　apologetic；no；　not　a　bit　of　it。　　His　eyes
  twinkled；　his　cheek　flushed；　his　feet　reeled；　he　sang；Mr。
  Thomas　Mervale　positively　sang！
  〃Mr。　Mervale！　is　it　possible；　sir〃
  〃'Old　King　Cole　was　a　merry　old　soul'〃
  〃Mr。　Mervale！　sir！leave　me　alone；　sir！〃
  〃'And　a　merry　old　soul　was　he'〃
  〃What　an　example　to　the　servants！〃
  〃'And　he　called　for　his　pipe；　and　he　called　for　his　bowl'〃
  〃If　you　don't　behave　yourself；　sir；　I　shall　call〃
  〃'Call　for　his　fiddlers　three！'〃
  CHAPTER　5。III。
  In　der　Welt　weit
  Aus　der　Einsamkeit
  Wollen　sie　Dich　locken。
  〃Faust。〃
  （In　the　wide　world；　out　of　the　solitude；　will　these　allure　thee。）
  The　next　morning；　at　breakfast；　Mrs。　Mervale　looked　as　if　all　the
  wrongs　of　injured　woman　sat　upon　her　brow。　　Mr。　Mervale　seemed
  the　picture　of　remorseful　guilt　and　avenging　bile。　　He　said
  little；　except　to　complain　of　headache；　and　to　request　the　eggs
  to　be　removed　from　the　table。　　Clarence　Glyndonimpervious；
  unconscious；　unailing；　impenitentwas　in　noisy　spirits；　and
  talked　for　three。
  〃Poor　Mervale！　he　has　lost　the　habit　of　good…fellowship；　madam。
  Another　night　or　two；　and　he　will　be　himself　again！〃
  〃Sir；〃　said　Mrs。　Mervale；　launching　a　premeditated　sentence　with
  more　than　Johnsonian　dignity；　〃permit　me　to　remind　you　that　Mr。
  Mervale　is　now　a　married　man；　the　destined　father　of　a　family；
  and　the　present　master　of　a　household。〃
  〃Precisely　the　reasons　why　I　envy　him　so　much。　　I　myself　have　a
  great　mind　to　marry。　　Happiness　is　contagious。〃
  〃Do　you　still　take　to　painting？〃　asked　Mervale；　languidly；
  endeavouring　to　turn　the　tables　on　his　guest。
  〃Oh；　no；　I　have　adopted　your　advice。　　No　art；　no　ideal；　nothing
  loftier　than　Commonplace　for　me　now。　　If　I　were　to　paint　again；　I
  positively　think　YOU　would　purchase　my　pictures。　　Make　haste　and
  finish　your　breakfast；　man；　I　wish　to　consult　you。　　I　have　come
  to　England　to　see　after　my　affairs。　　My　ambition　is　to　make
  money；　your　counsels　and　experience　cannot　fail　to　assist　me
  here。〃
  〃Ah；　you　were　soon　disenchanted　of　your　Philosopher's　Stone！　　You
  must　know；　Sarah；　that　when　I　last　left　Glyndon；　he　was　bent　upon
  turning　alchemist　and　magician。〃
  〃You　are　witty　to…day；　Mr。　Mervale。〃
  〃Upon　my　honour　it　is　true；　I　told　you　so　before。〃
  Glyndon　rose　abruptly。
  〃Why　revive　those　recollections　of　folly　and　presumption？　　Have　I
  not　said　that　I　have　returned　to　my　native　land　to　pursue　the
  healthful　avocations　of　my　kind！　　Oh；　yes！　what　so　healthful；　so
  noble；　so　fitted　to　our　nature；　as　what　you　call　the　Practical
  Life？　　If　we　have　faculties；　what　is　their　use；　but　to　sell　them
  to　advantage！　　Buy　knowledge　as　we　do　our　goods；　buy　it　at　the
  cheapest　market；　sell　it　at　the　dearest。　　Have　you　not
  breakfasted　yet？〃
  The　friends　walked　into　the　streets；　and　Mervale　shrank　from　the
  irony　with　which　Glyndon　complimented　him　on　his　respectability；
  his　station；　his　pursuits；　his　happy　marriage；　and　his　eight
  pictures　in　their　handsome　frames。　　Formerly　the　sober　Mervale
  had　commanded　an　influence　over　his　friend：　　HIS　had　been　the
  sarcasm；　Glyndon's　the　irresolute　shame　at　his　own　peculiarities。
  Now　this　position　was　reversed。　　There　was　a　fierce　earnestness
  in　Glyndon's　altered　temper　which　awed　and　silenced　the　quiet
  commonplace　of　his　friend's　character。　　He　seemed　to　take　a
  malignant　delight　in　persuading　himself　that　the　sober　life　of
  the　world　was　contemptible　and　base。
  〃Ah！〃　he　exclaimed；　〃how　right　you　were　to　tell　me　to　marry
  respectably；　to　have　a　solid　position；　to　live　in　decorous　fear
  of　the　world　and　one's　wife；　and　to　command　the　envy　of　the　poor；
  the　good　opinion　of　the　rich。　　You　have　practised　what　you
  preach。　　Delicious　existence！　　The　merchant's　desk　and　the
  curtain　lecture！　　Ha！　ha！　　Shall　we　have　another　night　of　it？〃
  Mervale；　embarrassed　and　irritated；　turned　the　conversation　upon
  Glyndon's　affairs。　　He　was　surprised　at　the　knowledge　of　the
  world　which　the　artist　seemed　to　have　suddenly　acquired；
  surprised　still　more　at　the　acuteness　and　energy　with　which　he
  spoke　of　the　speculations　most　in　vogue　at　the　market。　　Yes；
  Glyndon　was　certainly　in　earnest：　　he　desired　to　be　rich　and
  respectable；and　to　make　at　least　ten　per　cent　for　his　money！
  After　spending　some　days　with　the　merchant；　during　which　time　he
  contrived　to　disorganise　all　the　mechanism　of　the　house；　to　turn
  night　into　day；　harmony　into　discord；　to　drive　poor　Mrs。　Mervale
  half…distracted；　and　to　convince　her　husband　that　he　was　horribly
  hen…pecked；　the　ill…omened　visitor　left　them　as　suddenly　as　he
  had　arrived。　　He　took　a　house　of　his　own；　he　sought　the　society
  of　persons　of　substance；　he　devoted　himself　to　the　money…market；
  he　seemed　to　have　become　a　man　of　business；　his　schemes　were　bold
  and　colossal；　his　calculations　rapid　and　profound。　　He　startled
  Mervale　by　his　energy；　and　dazzled　him　by　his　success。　　Mervale
  began　to　envy　him；to　be　discontented　with　his　own　regular　and
  slow　gains。　　When　Glyndon　bought　or　sold　in　the　funds；　wealth
  rolled　upon　him　like　the　tide　of　a　sea；　what　years　of　toil　could
  not　have　done　for　him　in　art；　a　few　months；　by　a　succession　of
  lucky　chances；　did　for　him　in　speculation。　　Suddenly；　however；　he
  relaxed　his　exertions；　new　objects　of　ambition　seemed　to　attract
  him。　　If　he　heard　a　drum　in　the　streets；　what　glory　like　the
  soldier's？　　If　a　new　poem　were　published；　what　renown　like　the
  poet's？　　He　began　works　in　literature；　which　promised　great
  excellence；　to　throw　them　aside　in　disgust。　　All　at　once　he
  abandoned　the　decorous　and　formal　society　he　had　courted；　he
  joined　himself；　with　young　and　riotous　associates；　he　plunged
  into　the　wildest　excesses　of　the　great　city；　where　Gold　reigns
  alike　over　Toil　and　Pleasure。　　Through　all　he　carried　with　him　a
  certain　power　and　heat　of　soul。　　In　all　society　he　aspired　to
  command；in　all　pursuits　to　excel。　　Yet　whatever　the　passion　of
  the　moment；　the　reaction　was　terrible　in　its　gloom。　　He　sank；　at
  times；　into　the　most　profound　and　the　darkest　reveries。　　His
  fever　was　that　of　a　mind　that　would　escape　memory；his　repose；
  that　of　a　mind　which　the　memory　seizes　again；　and　devours　as　a
  prey。　　Mervale　now　saw　little　of　him；　they　shunned　each　other。
  Glyndon　had　no　confidant；　and　no　friend。
  CHAPTER　5。IV。
  Ich　fuhle　Dich　mir　nahe；
  Die　Einsamkeit　belebt；
  Wie　uber　seinen　Welten
  Der　Unsichtbare　schwebt。
  Uhland。
  （I　feel　thee　near　to　me；
  The　loneliness　takes　life；
  As　over　its　world
  The　Invisible　hovers。）
  From　this　state　of　restlessness　and　agitation　rather　than
  continuous　action；　Glyndon　was　aroused　by　a　visitor　who　seemed　to
  exercise　the　most　salutary　influence　over　him。　　His　sister；　an
  orphan　with　himself；　had　resided　in　the　country　with　her　aunt。
  In　the　early　years　of　hope　and　home　he　had　loved　this　girl；　much
  younger　than　himself；　with　all　a　brother's　tenderness。　　On　his
  return　to　England；　he　had　seemed　to　forget　her　existence。　　She
  recalled　herself　to　him　on　her　aunt's　death　by　a　touching　and
  melancholy　letter：　　she　had　now　no　home　but　his；no　dependence
  save　on　his　affection；　he　wept　when　he　read　it；　and　was　impatient
  till　Adela　arrived。
  This　girl；　then　about　eighteen；　concerned　beneath　a　gentle　and
  calm　exterior　much　of　the　romance　or　enthusiasm　that　had；　at　her
  own　age；　characterised　her　brother。　　But　her　enthusiasm　was　of　a
  far　purer　order；　and　was　restrained　within　proper　bounds；　partly
  by　the　sweetness　of　a　very　feminine　nature；　and　partly　by　a
  strict　and　methodical　education。　　She　differed　from　him
  especially　in　a　timidity　of　character　which　exceeded　that　usual
  at　her　age；　but　which　the　habit　of　self…command　concealed　no　less
  carefully　than　that　timidity　itself　concealed　the　romance　I　have
  ascribed　to　her。
  Adela　was　not　handsome：　　she　had　the　complexion　and　the　form　of
  delicate　health；　and　too　fine　an　organisation　of　the　nerves
  rendered　her　su