s,
wrote down in a slow painful hand--

"Finish copying pict-ure pict-."

What was to be done in such a case as this? Julian suggested a turn in
the grounds, but Hazlet betrayed such dread at the thought of leaving
his rooms, and encountering "the dog," that Julian was afraid, if he
persisted, of driving him into a fit.

Just as the dilemma was becoming seriously unpleasant, Brogten came up
to the rooms, and begged Julian to intrust Hazlet to his charge.

"_Your_ time is valuable, Home--particularly just now. Mine is all but
worthless. At any rate I have no _special_ work as you have, and I can
take care of poor Hazlet very well."

"Oh, no," said Julian; "I mustn't shrink from the duty I have
undertaken, and besides you'll find it very dull and unpleasant work."

"Never mind that. I once had an idiot brother--dead now--and I
understand well how to manage any one in a case like this. Besides,
Hazlet is one of the many I have injured. Let me stay."

"I really am afraid you won't like it."

"Nonsense, Home; I won't give in, depend upon it. I am quite in
earnest, and am besides most anxious that you should get a scholarship
this time. Don't refuse me the privilege of helping you."

Julian could refuse no longer, and went back to his rooms with perfect
confidence that Brogten would do his work willingly and well. He looked
in about mid-day to see how things were going on, and found that, after
thoroughly succeeding in amusing his patient, Brogten had persuaded him
to go to sleep, in the conviction that by the time he awoke he would be
nearly well. Nor was he mistaken. The next day Hazlet was sufficiently
recovered to go home for the Easter vacation.

It was a very bitter and humiliating trial to him; but misfortune,
however frequently it causes reformation, is not invariably successful
in changing a man's heart and life. Hazlet came back after the Easter
vacation with recovered health, but damaged constitution, and in no
respect either better or wiser for the misfortune he had undergone.

One peculiarity of his recent attack was a strong nervous excitability,
which was induced by very slight causes, and Hazlet had not long
returned to Saint Werner's when the dissipation of his life began once
more to tell perniciously upon his state of health. It must not be
imagined that because he was the easiest possible victim of temptation,
he suffered no upbraidings of a terrified and remorseful conscience.
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