How much the poor youth wanted a friend! Fortune had given him instead a born buffoon; and it is perhaps the greatest evil of a position like Evan's, that, with cultured feelings, you are likely to meet with none to know you.

Society does not mix well in money-pecking spheres.

Here, however, was John Raikes, and Evan had to make the best of him.
'Eh ?' yawned Jack, awakened; 'I was dreaming I was Napoleon Bonaparte's right-hand man.' 'I want you to be mine for half-an-hour,' said Evan.
Without replying, the distinguished officer jumped out of bed at a bound, mounted a chair, and peered on tip-toe over the top, from which, with a glance of self-congratulation, he pulled the missing piece of apparel, sighed dejectedly as he descended, while he exclaimed: 'Safe! but no distinction can compensate a man for this state of intolerable suspicion of everybody.

I assure you, Harrington, I wouldn't be Napoleon himself--and I have always been his peculiar admirer--to live and be afraid of my valet! I believe it will develop cancer sooner or later in me.

I feel singular pains already.