I shall be very glad to see you.

I am like the Mexican donkey that died of _congojas ajenas_--died of other people's troubles.

People always come to me when they are in difficulties." The old gentleman stood looking after Claudius as he strode away.

Then he screwed up his eyes at the sun, sneezed with evident satisfaction, and disappeared within, closing the street door behind him.
"Some day I will write my memoirs," he said to himself, as he sat down.
Claudius was in a frame of mind which he would have found it hard to describe.

The long conversation with Mr.Bellingham had been the first intimation he had received of Margaret's disaster, and the same interview had decided him to act at once in her behalf--in other words, to return to Europe immediately, after a week's stay in New York, leaving behind all that was most dear to him.