My watch had totally disappeared, and we at length decided that it must be concealed about the conjuror's person.

Mr.Cobbe was my consoling angel.
"Bless you, sir," said he, "don't never be cast down.

My wife shall look for the watch to-morrow morning, and I'll promise you we'll find out every pocket he has about him." "And my father--you won't tell my father ?" I said, dolefully.
Mr.Cobbe replied by a mute but expressive piece of pantomime and took me back to the bar, where the good landlady ratified all that her husband had promised in her name.
The stars shone brightly as I went home, and there was no moon.

The town was intensely silent, and the road intensely solitary.

I met no one on my way; let myself quietly in, and stole up to my bed-room in the dark.
It was already late; but I was restless and weary--too restless to sleep, and too weary to read.