'I don't know one more comfortable.' 'You must buy it,' said Soane.

'I have spared the timber, and there is a little of the old wine left.' 'Dear, dear!' the doctor answered; and his sigh said more than the words.

Apparently it was also more effectual in moving Sir George.

He rose and began to pace the room, choosing a part where his face evaded the light of the candles that stood in heavy silver sconces on the dark mahogany.

Presently he laughed, but the laugh was mirthless.
'It is quite the Rake's Progress,' he said, pausing before one of Hogarth's prints which hung on the wall.