"I pray and believe," said the Attorney, "that this memorial to our great Deemster may be a stimulus and an inspiration to all our young men whatsoever, particularly to such as are in the profession of the Bar, and especially to one who bears his name, has inherited many of his splendid talents, and may yet be called, please God, to fill his place and follow in his footsteps."
When the old man sat down there was general applause, a little damped, perhaps, by the last of his references, and then followed the event of the afternoon.
By the blind instinct that animates a crowd, all eyes turned in the direction of Victor Stowell. He sat by Fenella's side, breathing audibly with head down and hands clasped tightly about one of his knees.
There was a pause and then a low stamping of feet and Fenella whispered,
"They want you to speak, dear."
But Stowell did not seem to hear, and at length the Governor called on him by name.
When he rose he looked pale and much older, and bore a resemblance to the picture of his father on the opposite wall which few had observed before.
He began in a low tense voice, thanking His Excellency for asking him to speak, but saying he would have given a great deal not to do so.
"The only excuse I can have for standing here to-day," he said, "is that I may thank you, Sir, and this company, and my countrymen and countrywomen generally, in the name of one whose voice, so often heard within these walls, must now be silent."
After that he paused, as if not quite sure that he ought to go further, and then continued,