When I had got several paces beyond Tyrrell, I turned back to look at him. He was standing in the same place in which I had left him. I saw by the moonlight that this face and hands were raised towards Heaven. It was but for a moment: his attitude changed while I was yet looking, and he slowly and calmly continued his way in the same direction as myself. When I reached my chambers, I hastened immediately to bed, but not to sleep: the extraordinary scene I had witnessed; the dark and ferocious expression of Glanville's countenance, so strongly impressed with every withering and deadly passion; the fearful and unaccountable remembrance that had seemed to gather over the livid and varying face of the gamester; the mystery of Glanville's disguise; the intensity of a revenge so terribly expressed, together with the restless and burning anxiety I felt--not from idle curiosity, but, from my early and intimate friendship for Glanville, to fathom its cause--all crowded upon my mind with a feverish confusion, that effectually banished repose. It was with that singular sensation of pleasure which none but those who have passed frequent nights in restless and painful agitation, can recognize, that I saw the bright sun penetrate through my shutters, and heard Bedos move across my room. "What hour will Monsieur have the post horses?" said that praiseworthy valet. "At eleven," answered I, springing out of bed with joy at the change of scene which the very mention of my journey brought before my mind. I was a luxurious personage in those days. I had had a bath made from my own design; across it were constructed two small frames--one for the journal of the day, and another to hold my breakfast apparatus; in this manner I was accustomed to lie for about an hour, engaging the triple happiness of reading, feeding, and bathing. Owing to some unaccountable delay, Galignani's Messenger did not arrive at the usual hour, on the morning of my departure; to finish breakfast, or bathing, without Galignani's Messenger, was perfectly impossible, so I remained, till I was half boiled, in a state of the most indolent imbecility. At last it came: the first paragraph that struck my eyes was the following:--"It is rumoured among the circles of the Faubourg, that a duel was fought on--, between a young Englishman and Monsieur D--; the cause of it is said to be the pretensions of both to the beautiful Duchesse de P--, who, if report be true, cares for neither of the gallants, but lavishes her favours upon a certain attache to the English embassy."