"To me," concluded the Solitary, "a dungeon or a palace ought to be
alike indifferent; but I will not thwart the minds of those who love
me, however vain their desires. The Lord hath brought this light
affliction upon me for His own good purpose, and I await the
revelation of His will."

"I do not doubt we shall be able soon to release you from your
confinement," said Pownal; "meanwhile, tell us what we can do to make
your condition tolerable."

"I lack nothing," said Holden. "These hands have ever supplied my
necessities, and I am a stranger to luxury. Nor liveth man by bread
alone, but on sweet tones, and kind looks, and gracious deeds, and I
am encompassed by them. I am rich above gold, and silver, and precious
stones."

"If there is anything you desire, you will let me know? Command me
in all things; there is nothing I am not ready to do for you," said
Pownal.

"The blessing of one who is ready to depart be upon thee, for thy kind
words and loving intentions; and should real trouble arise, I will
call upon thee for aid. I know not now," he continued, "why I should
hide like a wounded beast. I fear 'tis but for a visionary point
of honor. Why should not a gentleman,"--this he said
sarcastically--"occupy the workhouse as well as a boor. In the eyes of
One, we are all equal. Ah, it might do this hard heart good."

"You have promised to respect the prejudices of your friends," said