My senses are the sport of dreams.

Some magic that disdains the cumbrousness of nature's progress has wrought this change." I was roused from these doubts by a summons to breakfast, obsequiously delivered by a black servant.
I found Welbeck (for I shall henceforth call him by his true name) at the breakfast-table.

A superb equipage of silver and china was before him.

He was startled at my entrance.

The change in my dress seemed for a moment to have deceived him.