When one looks back from the brink of it, one wonders that so total a subversion can take place at so easy a price." He had now been some time in bed, and, as every thing was still, Mr.
Falkland hoped that he slept; but in that he was mistaken.

Presently Mr.
Clare threw back the curtain, and looked in the countenance of his friend.

"I cannot sleep," said he.

"No, if I could sleep, it would be the same thing as to recover; and I am destined to have the worst in this battle.
"Falkland, I have been thinking about you.

I do not know any one whose future usefulness I contemplate with greater hope.