Julian went down himself, and admitted Mr.Woodstock.
"What can it mean ?" he asked anxiously, when they had walked up to the room together.

"What has become of him ?" "Don't know.

I stopped at his place on the way here." "Don't you fear some mischance?
With all that money--" "Pooh! It's some absurd freak of his, I'll warrant.

He doesn't care how much anxiety he gives other people." Mr.Woodstock was excited and angry.
"But he will certainly go--go _there_ in the morning, wherever he is," said Julian.
"I'm not so sure of that.

I believe it's on that very account that he's keeping out of the way!" He smote his fist on the palm of the other hand with the emphasis of conviction.