'That's very good business.' 'After which,' said Nicholas, 'you are troubled with remorse till the last act, and then you make up your mind to destroy yourself.

But, just as you are raising the pistol to your head, a clock strikes--ten.' 'I see,' cried Mr Lenville.

'Very good.' 'You pause,' said Nicholas; 'you recollect to have heard a clock strike ten in your infancy.

The pistol falls from your hand--you are overcome--you burst into tears, and become a virtuous and exemplary character for ever afterwards.' 'Capital!' said Mr Lenville: 'that's a sure card, a sure card.

Get the curtain down with a touch of nature like that, and it'll be a triumphant success.' 'Is there anything good for me ?' inquired Mr Folair, anxiously.
'Let me see,' said Nicholas.