I beg, therefore, that Mr.Belton may be regarded and criticised in accordance with his conduct on the following morning,--when his midnight rambles, which finally took him even beyond the New Road, had been followed by a few tranquil hours in his Bond Street bedroom:--for at last he did bring himself to return thither and put himself to bed after the usual fashion.

He put himself to bed in a spirit somewhat tranquillised by the exercise of the night, and at last--wept himself to sleep like a baby.
But he was by no means like a baby when he took him early on the following morning to the Paddington Station, and booked himself manfully for Taunton.

He had had time to recognise the fact that he had no ground of quarrel with his cousin because she had preferred another man to him.

This had happened to him as he was recrossing the New Road about two o'clock, and was beginning to find that his legs were weary under him.

And, indeed, he had recognised one or two things before he had gone to sleep with his tears dripping on to his pillow.