He had found, to his great mortification, that he had not the full authority which the promises made to him at Saint Germains had entitled him to expect.

The Lord Lieutenant was in the camp.

His bodily and mental infirmities had perceptibly increased within the last few weeks.

The slow and uncertain step with which he, who had once been renowned for vigour and agility, now tottered from his easy chair to his couch, was no unapt type of the sluggish and wavering movement of that mind which had once pursued its objects with a vehemence restrained neither by fear nor by pity, neither by conscience nor by shame.

Yet, with impaired strength, both physical and intellectual, the broken old man clung pertinaciously to power.