'For you, these are the lights on a lee shore! I find I fall in a muse when I consider of him; what a formidable being he once was, and what a personable! and how near he draws to the moment that must break him utterly! we none of us like him here; we hate him, rather; and yet I have a sense--I don't think at my time of life it can be pity--but a reluctance rather, to break anything so big and figurative, as though he were a big porcelain pot or a big picture of high price.

Ay, there is what I was waiting for!' he cried, as the lights of a second chaise swam in sight.

'It is he beyond a doubt.

The first was the signature and the next the flourish.

Two chaises, the second following with the baggage, which is always copious and ponderous, and one of his valets: he cannot go a step without a valet.' 'I hear you repeat the word big,' said I.