I have made a visit to my grandfather.

He likes me; he admires me because I have intelligence.

He will not live very long, that poor grandfather." Olga glanced at him, and met the queer calculating melancholy of his fine eyes.
"Miss Hannaford, if some day I am rich, I shall of course live in England.

In what other country can one live?
I shall have a house in the West End; I shall have a carriage; I shall nationalise--you say naturalise ?--myself, and be an Englishman, not a beggarly Italian.

And that will not be long.