Upon my word of honor as a clergyman and a gentleman, I don't know what I want! Morbid appetite all day; morbid wakefulness all night--what a condition! I can't rest.

I disturb my wife at night.

Mrs.Finch! I disturb you at night.

How many times--since this misfortune fell upon us--do I turn in bed before I fall off to sleep?
Eight times?
Are you certain of it?
Don't exaggerate! Are you certain you counted! Very well: good creature! I never remember--I assure you, Madame Pratolungo, I never remember--such a complete upset as this before.

The nearest approach to it was some years since, at my wife's last confinement but four.