The elder man resisted his inclination to joke, and asked how things were going on.
'Much the same as usual, except that her father is in very bad health.
It's brutal, but I wish he would die.' 'Naturally.' 'That's what one's driven to, you see.

And anyone but you, who know me, would set me down as a selfish, calculating beast.

Can't help it.

I had rather have her penniless .-- Will you come in here with me?
I want to buy some pyrogallic acid.' In the street again, Morphew mentioned that he had taken up photography.
'It gives me something to do, and it takes me out into the open air.
This beastly town is the ruin of me, in every way .-- Come to my rooms for an hour, will you?
I'll show you some attempts; I've only just tried my hand at developing.

And it's a long time since we had a talk.' They made for a Chelsea omnibus and mounted.
'I thought you were never in town at this time,' Morphew resumed.