cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said - ‘Nelly, come here - is it morning? Come in with your light.’

‘It is striking four,’ I answered. ‘You want a candle to take up- stairs: you might have lit one at this fire.’

‘No, I don’t wish to go up-stairs,’ he said. ‘Come in, and kindle ME a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.’

‘I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,’ I replied, getting a chair and the bellows

He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between.