"Suppose I was a soldier like you, and ordered to carry a certain redoubt, and you knew I must be killed in the assault, would you not say to me, as you said just now, 'Go, father; for you are dishonored by delay, and death is preferable to shame!'" "Yes, yes," said the young man, "yes;" and once again embracing his father with convulsive pressure, he said, "Be it so, my father." And he rushed out of the study.

When his son had left him, Morrel remained an instant standing with his eyes fixed on the door; then putting forth his arm, he pulled the bell.

After a moment's interval, Cocles appeared.
It was no longer the same man--the fearful revelations of the three last days had crushed him.

This thought--the house of Morrel is about to stop payment--bent him to the earth more than twenty years would otherwise have done.
"My worthy Cocles," said Morrel in a tone impossible to describe, "do you remain in the ante-chamber.

When the gentleman who came three months ago--the agent of Thomson & French--arrives, announce his arrival to me." Cocles made no reply; he made a sign with his head, went into the anteroom, and seated himself.