One would guess him worn out.

He ran from lodging to lodging, turning the occupants out of their beds and routing about for fresh linen.

They say he even carried old Mrs.Kekewich pick-a-back through the snow." "And tucked her in bed," added the schoolboy.

"And then he came back, wet almost to the waist, and danced." He looked roguishly at Lady Bateson's niece, and the pair exploded in laughter.
They ran off as General Rochambeau, jaded and unshaven, approached and saluted Dorothea.
"Until Miss Westcote appeared, we held our own against the face of day.
Now, alas, the conspiracy can no longer be kept up." "You had no compliment for me last night, General." "Forgive me, Mademoiselle." He lowered his voice and spoke earnestly.
"I have a genuine one for you to-day--I compliment your heart.

M.Raoul has told me of your interest in our poor compatriots, and what you intend--" "I fear I can do little," Dorothea interrupted, mindful of her late encounter and (as she believed) defeat.