Good-night, Frank." He turned in, weary with his exertions to be sure, but with the pleasing consciousness that ..._some one done Has earned a night's repose_.
Elmsdale never learned these particulars, however.

His genial and expansive smile and the unobtrusive manner of his fading away are there vaguely associated with Cheshire Puss, of joyful memory, whose disappearance, like his, began with the end of the tale..