'It was all a dream of mine,' said Tom, 'and it is over. I'll tell you
how it happened, at some other time. Bear with my folly, John. I do not,
just now, like to think or speak about it.'
'I swear to you, Tom,' returned his friend, with great earnestness of
manner, after remaining silent for a few moments, 'that when I see, as
I do now, how deeply you feel this, I don't know whether to be glad or
sorry that you have made the discovery at last. I reproach myself with
the thought that I ever jested on the subject; I ought to have known
better.'
'My dear friend,' said Tom, extending his hand, 'it is very generous and
gallant in you to receive me and my disclosure in this spirit; it makes
me blush to think that I should have felt a moment's uneasiness as I
came along. You can't think what a weight is lifted off my mind,' said
Tom, taking up his knife and fork again, and looking very cheerful. 'I
shall punish the Boar's Head dreadfully.'
The host, thus reminded of his duties, instantly betook himself to
piling up all kinds of irreconcilable and contradictory viands in Tom's
plate, and a very capital breakfast Tom made, and very much the better
for it Tom felt.
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