The words of the Philosopher troubled him.

I do not go so far as to say that his mind went back to the days when he was young and innocent, because he was still young, and he never had been innocent; nor do I say that a tear rose to his eyes and trickled down his cheek, because nothing brought tears into his eyes except a speck of dust; or that he resolved to confine himself for the future to legitimate lawyer's work, because he would then have starved.

I only say that he felt uncomfortable and humiliated, and chiefly so because an old man with white hair and a brown skin--hang it! a common nigger--had been able to bring discord into the sweet harmony of his thoughts.
Lala Roy then betook himself to Joe's former lodgings, and asked for that gentleman's present address.
The landlady professed to know nothing.
"You do know, however," he persisted, reading knowledge in her eyes.
"Is it trouble you mean for him ?" asked the woman, "and him such a fine, well-set-up young man, too! Is it trouble?
Oh, dear, I always thought he got his money on the cross.

Look here.

I ain't going to round on him, though he has gone away and left a comfortable room.