Thus he did not reach the
place of his destination till noon, on the day preceding his birthday.
It seemed as if he had been carried away with an unwonted tide of
pleasurable sensation, so as to forget, in some degree, what his father
had communicated concerning the purpose of his journey. He halted at
length before a respectable but solitary old mansion, to which he was
directed as the abode of his father's friend. The servants who came to
take his horse, told him he had been expected for two days. He was led
into a study, where the stranger, now a venerable old man, who had been
his father's guest, met him with a shade of displeasure as well as
gravity on his brow. "Young man," said he, "wherefore so slow on a
journey of such importance?" "I thought," replied the guest, blushing
and looking downwards, "that there was no harm in travelling slowly and
satisfying my curiosity, providing I could reach your residence by this
day; for such was my father's charge." "You were to blame," replied the
sage, "in lingering, considering that the avenger of blood was pressing
on your footsteps.
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