He began to tire, and nature craved repose, and the physician had urged it.

Forrester readily perceived that the listener's interest was flagging--nay he half fancied that much that he had been saying, and in his best style, had fallen upon drowsy senses.

Nobody likes to have his best things thrown away, and, as the reader will readily conceive, our friend Forrester had a sneaking consciousness that all the world's eloquence did not cease on the day when Demosthenes died.

But he was not the person to be offended because the patient desired to sleep.

Far from it.