"There's nought so finely spun But it cometh to the sun."
Mr. Thornton sate on and on. He felt that his company gave pleasure to Mr. Hale; and was touched by the half-spoken wishful entreaty that he would remain a little longer--the plaintive "Don't go yet," which his poor friend put forth from time to time. He wondered Margaret did not return; but it was with no view of seeing her that he lingered. For the hour--and in the presence of one who was so thoroughly feeling the nothingness of earth--he was reasonable and self-controlled. He was deeply interested in all her father said
"Of death, and of the heavy lull, And of the brain that has grown dull."

Mr. Thornton sat on. He felt that his company gave pleasure to Mr. Hale; and was touched by the plaintive entreaty 'Don't go yet,' which his poor friend begged from time to time. He wondered that Margaret did not return; but it was with no view of seeing her that he lingered. He was deeply interested in all her father said.
