Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON REINFREDl23sir ! ' continued he, addressing Wotton.*The sightof a traveller at sunset on these wolds, and not inmotion but at rest, surprised us, and we have forgottengood manners in interfering with your privacy.We crave your pardon.'*The wilderness has privileges of its own,' saidWotton, who had now recovered himself.*In suchsolitudes every human face is friendly. No pardon,for there is no offence, but a favour.I am a strangeramong the mountains, a passing pilgrim ; the wildlight of these fells detained me in spite of haste.Ifour roads go together, I shall be proud of such company.I am riding northwards.'*We ride alone,' said the first horseman m asomewhat smiy voice.Wotton looked in his face ; the man, naturallynowise truculent, had an aspect of elaborate resolve,almost of menace.'You have leave, sirs,' answered Wotton coldly,and bending his eyes towards the path they hadquitted.*And we go armed,' said the other, glancing athis holsters, and evidently piqued by this indifference.* Defensively, I may presume,' said Wotton, in astiU chiller*tone. But for the love of God, madam,'cried he with utmost earnestness, and advancing astep towards the lady, whose horsehad now joinedthe rest, ' tell me, are not you ? '