Just as he has come upon the reader, he had come, from time to time, upon the public, and been forgotten in a day; as suddenly as he appears in these pages, after a blank of five long years, did he and his proceedings begin to force themselves, about this period, upon the notice of thousands of people, who had mingled in active life during the whole interval, and who, without being deaf or blind to passing events, had scarcely ever thought of him before.
'My lord,' said Gashford in his ear, as he drew the curtains of his bed betimes; 'my lord!' 'Yes--who's that?
What is it ?' 'The clock has struck nine,' returned the secretary, with meekly folded hands.

'You have slept well?
I hope you have slept well?
If my prayers are heard, you are refreshed indeed.' 'To say the truth, I have slept so soundly,' said Lord George, rubbing his eyes and looking round the room, 'that I don't remember quite--what place is this ?' 'My lord!' cried Gashford, with a smile.
'Oh!' returned his superior.

'Yes.

You're not a Jew then ?' 'A Jew!' exclaimed the pious secretary, recoiling.
'I dreamed that we were Jews, Gashford.

You and I--both of us--Jews with long beards.' 'Heaven forbid, my lord! We might as well be Papists.' 'I suppose we might,' returned the other, very quickly.