Chapter 63 No.63

But Christian,[401] of a higher order, stood

Like an extinct volcano in his mood;140

Silent, and sad, and savage,-with the trace

Of passion reeking from his clouded face;

Till lifting up again his sombre eye,

It glanced on Torquil, who leaned faintly by.

"And is it thus?" he cried, "unhappy boy!

And thee, too, thee-my madness m