Nothing more has happened or is likely to happen until they put me under the earth.

Oh, yes, I was forgetting.

In spite of my Monte Cristo munificence, poor Latimer has been hammered on the Stock Exchange.

Poor Lucy and the kids! I shall have, I think, just enough strength left to reach Mentone--this place is intolerable now--and there I shall put myself under the care of a capable physician who, with his abominable drugs, will doubtless begin the cheerful work of inducing the mental decay which I suppose must precede physical dissolution.
I must confess that I am disappointed with the manner of my exit.

I had imagined it quite different.