peculiarly susceptible. With his resemblance to his father in form
and expression, it was like seeing the Doctor denuded of that shell
of endurance with which he had contrived to conceal his feelings.
The boy was indeed braced to resolution, bat the resolution was
equally visible with the agitation in the awe-stricken brow, varying
colour, tightened breath, and involuntary shiver, as he took the
oath. Again Leonard looked up with one of his clear bright glances,
and perhaps a shade of anxiety; but Aubrey, for his own comfort, was
too short-sighted for meeting of eyes from that distance.

Seeing his agitation, and reckoning on his evidence, the counsel gave
him time, by minutely asking if his double Christian name were
correctly given, his age, and if he were not the son of Dr. May.

'You were the prisoner's school-fellow, I believe?'

'No,' faltered Aubrey.

'But you live near him?'

'We are friends,' said Aubrey, with sudden firmness and precision;
and from the utterance of that emphatic _are_, his spirit returned.

'Did you often see him?'

'On most Sundays, after church.'

'Did you ever hear him say he had any thoughts of the means of
leaving the mill privately?'