See here, sir, again: 'High Jove! great father!' is changed into 'By Jove, I'd rather!' and so on.

Sir, it is more than humanity can bear; I feel that I shall sink under it.

I shall be in bed to-morrow, sir--after all my trouble--'By Jove!'" With this despairing exclamation Roundjacket let his head fall, overcome with grief, upon his desk, requesting not to be spoken to, after the wont of great unfortunates.
Verty seemed to feel great respect for this overwhelming grief; at least he did not utter any commonplace consolations.

He also leaned upon his desk, and his idle hands traced idle lines upon the paper before him.
His dreamy eyes, full of quiet pleasure, fixed themselves upon the far distance--he was thinking of Redbud.
He finally aroused himself, however, and began to work.

Half an hour, an hour, another hour passed--Verty was breaking himself into the traces; he had finished his work.
He rose, and going to Mr.Rushton's door, knocked and opened it.