One whose brute feeling ne’er aspires
Beyond his own more brute desires.
Such tools the Tempter ever needs
To do the savagest of deeds,
For them no vision’d terrors daunt,
Their nights no fancied spectres haunt.—Scott.
At this moment Captain Bannister came out of Monck’s room, and addressing his prisoner, said:
“Major Monck is not prepared to see you this evening. You will be in my charge for the night, and I will try to make your captivity as agreeable as may be consistent with my duty and your safety.”
Justin bowed in acknowledgment of this courtesy, but made no other answer.
The captain then dismissed the guard from his own three prisoners, and requested the latter to follow him.