Please wait for my answer, until I arrive at Frankfort." "Let's go to the music!" cried Mr.Keller.

"God knows, I want a composing influence of some kind." At the end of the first act of the opera, a new trouble exhausted his small stock of patience.

He had been too irritated, on leaving the house, to remember his opera-glass; and he was sufficiently near-sighted to feel the want of it.

It is needless to say that I left the theater at once to bring back the glass in time for the next act.
My instructions informed me that I should find it on his bedroom-table.
I thought Joseph looked confused when he opened the house-door to me.

As I ran upstairs, he followed me, saying something.