In fact, it would be strange if a man of sense, with pure and direct intentions, should not be able to perform such a function for himself." Mr.Clare continued to act in the same easy and disengaged manner as in perfect health.

To judge from the cheerfulness of his tone and the firmness of his manner, the thought would never once have occurred that he was dying.

He walked, he reasoned, he jested, in a way that argued the most perfect self-possession.

But his appearance changed perceptibly for the worse every quarter of an hour.

Mr.Falkland kept his eye perpetually fixed upon him, with mingled sentiments of anxiety and admiration.
"Falkland," said he, after having appeared for a short period absorbed in thought, "I feel that I am dying.