Before I left him on that occasion we had passed a bargain, my part of which was that I should make it my business to take care of him.

Let whoever would represent the interest in his presence (I must have had a mystical prevision of Mrs.Weeks Wimbush) I should represent the interest in his work--or otherwise expressed in his absence.

These two interests were in their essence opposed; and I doubt, as youth is fleeting, if I shall ever again know the intensity of joy with which I felt that in so good a cause I was willing to make myself odious.
One day in Sloane Street I found myself questioning Paraday's landlord, who had come to the door in answer to my knock.

Two vehicles, a barouche and a smart hansom, were drawn up before the house.
"In the drawing-room, sir?
Mrs.Weeks Wimbush." "And in the dining-room ?" "A young lady, sir--waiting: I think a foreigner." It was three o'clock, and on days when Paraday didn't lunch out he attached a value to these appropriated hours.

On which days, however, didn't the dear man lunch out?
Mrs.Wimbush, at such a crisis, would have rushed round immediately after her own repast.