What is to be, will be; we can do nothing.' 'I have heard of one who expired of a surfeit that he anticipated, nay proclaimed, when indulging in the last desired morsel,' said Chloe.
'He was driven to it.' 'From within.' Caseldy acquiesced; his wits were clouded, and an illustration even coarser and more grotesque would have won a serious nod and a sigh from him.

'Yes, we are moved by other hands!' 'It is pleasant to think so: and think it of me tomorrow.

Will you!' said Chloe.
He promised it heartily, to induce her to think the same of him.
Their separation was in no way remarkable.

The pretty formalities were executed at the door, and the pair of gentlemen departed.
'It's quite dark still,' Duchess Susan said, looking up at the sky, and she ran upstairs, and sank, complaining of the weakness of her legs, in a chair of the ante-chamber of her bedroom, where Chloe slept.

Then she asked the time of the night.