He walked about the room--it was very lonely.
He had taken a few turns from the door to the window, and from the window to the door, when the clergyman's manuscript for the first time entered his head.

It was a good thought.

If it failed to interest him, it might send him to sleep.

He took it from his coat pocket, and drawing a small table towards his bedside, trimmed the light, put on his spectacles, and composed himself to read.

It was a strange handwriting, and the paper was much soiled and blotted.