“Oh, no, no, my lord!” said he. “Sit down in your presence?—never!”
“Parry,” cried the gentleman, “I beg you will; you come from England—you come so far. Ah! it is not for your age to undergo the fatigues my service requires. Rest yourself.”
“I have my reply to give your lordship, in the first place.”
“Parry, I conjure you to tell me nothing; for if your news had been good, you would not have begun in such a manner; you go about, which proves that the news is bad.”
“My lord,” said the old man, “do not hasten to alarm yourself, all is not lost, I hope. You must employ energy, but more particularly resignation.”
“Parry,” said the young man, “I have reached this place through a thousand snares and after a thousand difficulties; can you doubt my energy? I have meditated this journey ten years, in spite of all counsels and all obstacles—have you faith in my perseverance? I have this evening sold the last of my father’s diamonds; for I had nothing wherewith to pay for my lodging and my host was about to turn me out.”
Parry made a gesture of indignation, to which the young man replied by a pressure of the hand and a smile.
“I have still two hundred and seventy-four pistoles left, and I feel myself rich. I do not despair, Parry; have you faith in my resignation?”
The old man raised his trembling hands towards heaven.
“Let me know,” said the stranger,—“disguise nothing from me—what has happened?”