Everybody was going to Europe--I, too, was going to Europe.

Everybody was going to the famous Paris Exposition--I, too, was going to the Paris Exposition.
The steamship lines were carrying Americans out of the various ports of the country at the rate of four or five thousand a week in the aggregate.
If I met a dozen individuals during that month who were not going to Europe shortly, I have no distinct remembrance of it now.

I walked about the city a good deal with a young Mr.

Blucher, who was booked for the excursion.

He was confiding, good-natured, unsophisticated, companionable; but he was not a man to set the river on fire.