Estimating these circumstances at their true value, did a state of mind which rendered me insensible to the distinctions that separate the classes in England, stand in any need of explanation?
As I thought--and think still--it explained itself.
My stepmother and I parted on the garden terrace, which ran along the pleasant southern side of the house.
The habits that I had contracted, among my student friends in Germany, made tobacco and beer necessary accompaniments to the process of thinking.

I had nearly exhausted my cigar, my jug, and my thoughts, when I saw two men approaching me from the end of the terrace.
As they came nearer, I recognized in one of the men my fat domestic in black.

He stopped the person who was accompanying him and came on to me by himself.
"Will you see that man, sir, waiting behind me ?" "Who is he ?" "I don't know, sir.

He says he has got a letter to give you, and he must put it in your own hands.

I think myself he's a beggar.