"I heard that you were here.

They told me at the station last night.

You see this is a small place and one likes to know who comes and goes," he added as though in excuse.
He walked on and Geoffrey walked with him.
"You do not look well, Mr.Davies," he said.

"Have you been laid up ?" "No, no," he answered, "I am quite right; it is only my mind that is ill." "Indeed," said Geoffrey, thinking that he certainly did look strange.
"Perhaps you live too much alone and it depresses you." "Yes, I live alone, because I can't help myself.

What is a man to do, Mr.Bingham, when the woman he loves will not marry him, won't look at him, treats him like dirt ?" "Marry somebody else," suggested Geoffrey.
"Oh, it is easy for you to say that--you have never loved anybody, and you don't understand.