Nothing could abate his restlessness.

He checked her tender expostulations with some sternness.
"Be silent," said he, "for that which I feel there is but one cure, and that will shortly come.

You can help me nothing.

Look to your own condition, and pray to God to strengthen you under the calamities that await you." "What am I to fear ?" she answered.

"What terrible disaster is it that you think of ?" "Peace--as yet I know it not myself, but come it will, and shortly." She repeated her inquiries and doubts; but he suddenly put an end to the discourse, by a stern command to be silent.
She had never before known him in this mood.