For more than half an hour he did not say a word.

Hawbury respected his mood, and watched him with something approaching to anxiety.
"Hawbury," said he at last.
"Well, old man ?" "I'm going to Rome." "You--to Rome!" "Yes, me, to Rome." "Oh, nonsense! See here, old boy.

You'd really better not, you know.
Break it up.

You can't do any thing." "I'm going to Rome," repeated Dacres, stolidly.

"I've made up my mind." "But, really," remonstrated Hawbury.