পাতা:দর্শন দীপিকা.djvu/১৭০

[ ১১৩ ] took place that will hardly be credited by such as know not my hero. He took the paper in his hands, cast his looks in it, and perused the contents once more. The minute hand of a large clock which was before us, passed over five of its dots, yet my friend was silent. The gentleman who had all the while been waiting with all possible patience, could now no longer restrain himself. He asked me very silently what caused this delay in my friend's explaining the letter. Young Bengal perceived this after a deep sigh, and opened his lips. For the first paragraph he went on tolerably well, but eventually, I observed a marked difference—he faltered,—he found not words to express himself. His fair face, which to say the least was a moment before, glowing in its “native hue,” now became covered with confusion. The blood rushed up to his face, and minute drops of sweat stood on his forehead, even as a fine shining summer day is suddenly overcast with clouds, that are borne on the wings of an incidental breeze, whose cooling effects disengage the waters from their vapoury habitations, and cause them to fall in pearly and dewy drops on the regions below. What thẻ cause of this ( I would say, ..strange)