long continued, and my nerve was gone. I fell into what they call panic
fear, as I have seen soldiers do on the alarm of a night attack, and
turned out of Princes Street at random as though the devil were at my
heels. In St. Andrew Square, I remember vaguely hearing some one call
out. I paid no heed, but pressed on blindly. A moment after, a hand fell
heavily on my shoulder, and I thought I had fainted. Certainly the world
went black about me for some seconds; and when that spasm passed I found
myself standing face to face with the "cheerful extravagant," in what
sort of disarray I really dare not imagine, dead white at least, shaking
like an aspen, and mowing at the man with speechless lips. And this was
the soldier of Napoleon, and the gentleman who intended going next night
to an Assembly Ball! I am the more particular in telling of my
breakdown, because it was my only experience of the sort; and it is a
good tale for officers. I will allow no man to call me coward; I have
made my proofs; few men more. And yet I (come of the best blood in
France and inured to danger from a child) did, for some ten or twenty
minutes, make this hideous exhibition of myself on the streets of the
New Town of Edinburgh.

With my first available breath I begged his pardon. I was of an
extremely nervous disposition, recently increased by late hours; I could
not bear the slightest start.

He seemed much concerned. "You must be in a devil of a state!" said he;
"though of course it was my fault--damnably silly, vulgar sort of thing
to do! A thousand apologies! But you really must be run down; you should
consult a medico. My dear sir, a hair of the dog that bit you is clearly
indicated. A touch of Blue Ruin, now? Or, come: it's early, but is man
the slave of hours? what do you say to a chop and a bottle in Dumbreck's
Hotel?"

I refused all false comfort; but when he went on to remind me that this
was the day when the University of Cramond met; and to propose a
five-mile walk into the country and a dinner in the company of young
asses like himself, I began to think otherwise. I had to wait until
to-morrow evening, at any rate; this might serve as well as anything
else to bridge the dreary hours. The country was the very place for me:
and walking is an excellent sedative for the nerves. Remembering poor
Rowley, feigning a cold in our lodgings and immediately under the guns
of the formidable and now doubtful Bethiah, I asked if I might bring my