Violet, thou art too proud: thou hast got my infirmity by inheritance. Yes, I was proud once: but, dead in men's belief, and separated from the social world, I am now, as it were, a dead man in my own feelings. I look on the things of this earth as though I belonged not to it. I am meek and chastened now, and will not encourage thee in the cherishing of imprudent unreasonable pride. But we will talk of this elsewhere: I hear voices from the wood.
[Wild cries from the women heard at a distance, and then nearer.]
I fear they will return when they find I do not join them.
VIOLET.
Whom do you mean?
MURREY.
Didst thou meet nobody on the way?
VIOLET.
Nobody but our good minister and his man, going, as I suppose, to the Tower of Dungarren, to pray by the sick child.
