Sir Felix was now in that part of town which he had been accustomed to haunt,--for the first time since his misadventure,--and, plucking up his courage, resolved that he would turn into the Beargarden. He would have a glass of sherry, and face the one or two men who would as yet be there, and in this way gradually creep back to his old habits. But when he arrived there, the club was shut up. "What the deuce is Vossner about?" said he, pulling out his watch. It was nearly five o'clock. He rang the bell, and knocked at the door, feeling that this was an occasion for courage. One of the servants, in what we may call private clothes, after some delay, drew back the bolts, and told him the astounding news;--The club was shut up! "Do you mean to say I can't come in?" said Sir Felix. 
Instead he left. He was now near his old haunts, and for the first time since his misadventure, resolved to go to the Beargarden for a glass of sherry, and in this way gradually creep back to his old habits. But when he arrived there, the club was shut up.
"What the deuce is Vossner about?" said he. He rang the bell, and knocked at the door. One of the servants eventually drew back the bolts, and told him the astounding news