Having left the papers and the bag with Mr Brehgert, he walked westwards to the House of Commons.  He was accustomed to remain in the City later than this, often not leaving it till seven,—­though during the last week or ten days he had occasionally gone down to the House in the afternoon.  It was now Wednesday, and there was no evening sitting;—­but his mind was too full of other things to allow him to remember this.  As he walked along the Embankment, his thoughts were very heavy.  How would things go with him?—­What would be the end of it?  Ruin;—­yes, but there were worse things than ruin.  And a short time since he had been so fortunate;—­had made himself so safe!  As he looked back...