Friends will scarcely serve each other unless they can also serve their own interests--true, there are exceptions to this rule, but they are deemed fools for their pains.
As soon as the king disappeared I also left the scene of the foregoing incident.

I had a fancy to visit the little restaurant where I had been taken ill, and after some trouble I found it.

The door stood open.

I saw the fat landlord, Pietro, polishing his glasses as though he had never left off; and there in the same corner was the very wooden bench on which I had lain--where I had--as was generally supposed--died.

I stepped in.