'But it cannot be that he is anything out of the way in stature.' 'No,' said the attorney.

'About your height, as I guessed for the tailors, and I see nothing wrong with the result.

But, somehow, he commands an atmosphere; he has a spacious manner; and he has kept up, all through life, such a volume of racket about his personality, with his chaises and his racers and his dicings, and I know not what--that somehow he imposes! It seems, when the farce is done, and he locked in Fleet prison--and nobody left but Buonaparte and Lord Wellington and the Hetman Platoff to make a work about--the world will be in a comparison quite tranquil.

But this is beside the mark,' he added, with an effort, turning again from the window.

'We are now under fire, Mr.Anne, as you soldiers would say, and it is high time we should prepare to go into action.