Then he said: 'Going to pieces?
SHE!' in a tone of most utter contempt for me and my opinions.

Then he hastily made minute inquiries for Flower.

He had already asked about the duchess all the questions he intended asking about you.

When he had ascertained that Flower was at home and well, and had sent him her affectionate sympathy, he begged me to glance through a pile of letters which were waiting until he felt able to have them read to him, and to tell him any of the handwritings known to me.

All the world seemed to have sent him letters of sympathy, poor chap.