about ten o’clock
exclaimed the Reverend Doctor Folliott , throwing himself back into a chair , and flinging up his heels , with the premeditated design of giving emphasis to his exclamation ; but by miscalculating his impetus , he overbalanced his chair , and laid himself on the carpet in a right angle , of which his back was the base . Chi sta nel mondo un par d'ore contento , Nè gli vien tolta , ovver contaminata , Quella sua pace in veruno momento , Puo dir che Giove drittamente il guata . FORTEGUERRI . THE Reverend Doctor Folliott took his departure about ten o'clock , to walk home to his vicarage . There was no moon , but the night was bright and clear , and afforded him as much light as he needed . He paused a moment by the Roman camp to listen to the nightingale ; repeated to himself a passage of Sophocles ; proceeded through the park gate , and entered the narrow lane that led to the village . He walked on in a very pleasant mood of the state called reverie ; in which fish and wine , Greek and political economy , the Sleeping Venus he had left behind , and poor dear Mrs. Folliott , to whose fond arms he was returning , passed , as in a camera obscura , over the tablets of his imagination .