treet beneath seen him
there, he might have said, "There is some wearied man of brain-labour,
taking his hour of tranquil thought before he betakes himself to rest;
or he is one of those contemplative natures who loves to be free to
commune with his own heart in the silence of a calm night." He looked
like this, and perhaps--who knows if he were not nearer it than we wot
of?

It was nigh daybreak before he lay down to sleep. Nor had he been fully
an hour in slumber when he was awoke, and found Barnard, dressed in a
morning gown and slippers, standing beside his bed.

"I say, Calvert, rub your eyes and listen to me. Are you awake?"

"Not very perfectly; but quite enough for anything you can have to say.
What is it?"

"I am so fretted about that money."

"Why you told me that last night," said Calvert, addressing himself, as
it were, again to sleep.

"Oh, its all very fine and very philosophic to be indifferent about
another man's 'tin;' but I tell you I don't know what to do, what to
say about it I'm not six weeks married, and it's rather early to come to
rows and altercations with a father-in-law."

"Address him to me. Say 'Go to Calvert--he'll talk to you.' Do that like
a good fellow and go to bed. Good night."

"I'll not stand this sort of thing, Calvert. I'm no going to lose my
money and be laughed at too!"

"You'll not stand what?" cried Calvert, sitting up in bed, and looking
now thoroughly awake.

"I mean," said the other, doggedly, "you have got me into a confounded
scrape, and you are bound to get me out of it."

"That is speaking like a man of sense. It is what I intend to do;
but can't we sleep over it first? I want what the old ladies call my
'natural rest.'"

"There's no time for that. The old governor is always pottering about
by six o'clock, and it's just as likely, as the landlord talks English,
he'll be down by way of gossiping with him, and ask if the bill is
settled."

"What an old beast he must be. I wonder you could have married into such
a vulgar set."

"If you have nothing to say but abuse of my connections, I am not going
to waste any more time here."

"There, that's a dear fellow; go to bed now, and call me somewhere
towards four in the afternoon."

"This is rather more than a joke."

"To be sure it is, man; it is dead sleepiness. Goodnight."

"I see you have found your purse--how much had you in it?"

"Count it, if you're curious," said Calvert, drowsily.

"Fifty-four