The desire to wing a telegram to her he thought it wise to repress, and he found himself in consequence composing verses, turgid enough, even to his own judgement.

Poets would have failed at such a time, and he was not one, but an orator enamoured.

He was a wild man, cased in the knowledge of jurisprudence, and wishing to enter the ranks of the soberly blissful.

These he could imagine that he complimented by the wish.

Then why should he doubt of his fortune?
He did not.
The night passed, the morning came, and carried him on his journey.