He long remembered that night.

It seemed at first as if the doctor's gloomy predictions were to be falsified, for Branscombe continued long in a half-slumber, and even appeared to be more tranquil than he had been during the afternoon.
Railsford sat near the fire and watched him; and for two hours the stillness of the room was only broken by the lively ticking of the little clock on the mantelpiece, and the laboured breathing of the sufferer.
He was nearly asleep when a cry from the bed suddenly roused him.
"Clip!" called the invalid.
Railsford went to his side and quietly replaced the covering which had been tossed aside.
"Clip! look alive--he's coming--don't say a word, hang on to his legs, you know--_En jam tempus erat_--Munger, you cad, why don't you come?
_Italiam fato profugus_.

Hah! got you, my man.

Shove him in, quick! Strike a light, do you hear?
here they come.

What are you doing, Clip ?--turn him face up.