They came often from Bryanstone Square; Mrs. Hobson even
offered to sit with the Colonel, and read to him, and brought him books
for his improvement. But her presence disturbed him; he cared not for her
books; the two nurses whom he loved faithfully watched him; and my wife
and I were admitted to him sometimes, both of whom he honoured with
regard and recognition. As for F. B., in order to be near his Colonel,
did not that good fellow take up his lodging in Cistercian Lane, at the
Red Cow? He is one whose errors, let us hope, shall be pardoned, quia
multum amavit. I am sure he felt ten times more joy at hearing of Clive's
legacy, than if thousands had been bequeathed to himself. May good health
and good fortune speed him!
The days went on, and our hopes, raised sometimes, began to flicker and
fail. One evening the Colonel left his chair for his bed in pretty good
spirits, but passed a disturbed night, and the next morning was too weak
to rise. Then he remained in his bed, and his friends visited him there.
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