I watched him go up the street, he walked very slow, and his head was down on his chest.

I did not like it.

A little while ago he came back; I went out to meet him.

I said, 'Mr.Grayson, what troubles you ?' And he said--'Nothing, Isaac, thank you,' and went upstairs.

That is the first time in all the years I know him that he answered me like that.
So now I ask you once more--how much money do you want, and what do you want it for?
When I know this, then I will know what troubles Mr.
Grayson.