Go through the old rooms, and bid them farewell, my soul.

We shall not come back to Seat-Sandal again in this chapter of our eternity." And with a mocking laugh he turned away to make his own preparations.
"But why go in the night, Julius?
You said to-night at eleven o'clock.
Why not wait until morning ?" "Because, beloved, I owe a great deal of money in the neighborhood.
Stephen can pay it for me.

I have sent him word to do so.

Why should we waste our money?
We have done with these boors.

What they think of us, what they say of us, shall we mind it, my soul, when we drive under the peopuls and tamarinds at Barrackpore, or jostle the crowds upon the Moydana, or sit under the great stars and listen to the tread of the chokedars?
All fate, Sophia! All fate, soul of my soul! What is Sandal-Side?
Nothing.