‘And this is to be the end of my dream!’ he burst out in a voice choking with feeling.
‘The end of one, and the beginning of another,’ returned Mercia, ‘thou wilt yet be a great man, whom all men will honour. I leave thee a fair field and a free hand to accomplish this noble ambition.’
CHAPTER XIII
‘The providence that’s in a watchful state
Knows almost every grain of Pluto’s gold;
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps;
Keeps pace with thought, and almost like the Gods,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.’
Troilus and Cressida.
As soon as the trial was concluded,—if the series of extraordinary scenes that took place in the court, could be so designated—the reporters rushed out en masse to send their respective phonographs to the editors of the various journals they represented.