Food I must." Campbell shook his head.
"You must go now, my dear fellow.

It is now half-past ten, and I will be at Pennington's at one o'clock, to see how he goes on; so you need not go there.

And, meanwhile, I must take a little medicine." "Major, you are not going to doctor yourself ?" cried Tom.
"There is a certain medicine called prayer, Mr.Thurnall--an old specific for the heart-ache, as you will find one day--which I have been neglecting much of late, and which I must return to in earnest before midnight.

Good-bye, God bless and keep you!" And the Major retired to his bed-room, and did not stir off his knees for two full hours.

After which he went to Pennington's, and thence somewhere else; and Tom met him at four o'clock that morning musing amid unspeakable horrors, quiet, genial, almost cheerful.
"You are a man," said Tom to himself; "and I fancy at times something more than a man; more than me at least." Tom was right in his fear that after excitement would come collapse; but wrong as to the person to whom it would come.