an attempt only at present....
But still...

a beginning.
Close by was the draft of it as written out by Chauvelin, and which Sir Percy had evidently begun to copy.
He had made up his mind then....

He meant to subscribe with his own hand to his lasting dishonour...

and meaning it, he slept! Chauvelin felt the paper trembling in his hand.

He felt strangely agitated and nervous, now that the issue was so near...