eight days but the proof-sheets of his great work--the work I am then
reviewing? For four days--but stay--if I starve him to death, I cannot tear
his work to pieces. No; he shall be alive, living in splendour and honour,
a frequenter of the Tuileries, a favoured guest at Compiègne.'

Without perceiving it, he had now taken his pipe, lighted it, and was
smoking away. 'By the way, how those same Imperialists have played the
game!--the two or three middle-aged men that Kinglake says, "put their
heads together to plan for a livelihood." I wish they had taken me into the
partnership. It's the sort of thing I'd have liked well; ay, and I could
have done it, too! I wonder,' said he aloud--'I wonder if I were an emperor
should I marry Letty Clancy? I suspect not. Letty would have been flippant
as an empress, and her cousins would have made atrocious princes of the
imperial family, though, for the matter of that--Hullo! Here have I been
smoking without knowing it! Can any one tell us whether the sins we do
inadvertently count as sins, or do we square them off by our inadvertent
good actions? I trust I shall not be called on to catalogue mine. There,
my courage is out!' As he said this he emptied the ashes of his pipe, and
gazed sorrowfully at the empty bowl.

'Now, if I were the son of some good house, with a high-sounding name, and
well-to-do relations, I'd soon bring them to terms if they dared to cast me
off. I'd turn milk or muffin man, and serve the street they lived in. I'd
sweep the crossing in front of their windows, or I'd commit a small theft,
and call on my high connections for a character--but being who and what I
am, I might do any or all o these, and shock nobody.

'Next to take stock of my effects. Let me see what my assets will bring
when reduced to cash, for this time it shall be a sale.' And he turned to a
table where paper and pens were lying, and proceeded to write. 'Personal,