He looked up in emotion while Claudius paused on the sill, more affected than he understood the reason for.
"Ah, heaven be praised! it is you," said the old man with grave joy, and holding out his hands, paternally.

"I feared for the worst--that you would never come.

It is so serious a matter: a nobleman and an officer who belongs to the Secret Intelligence Department--his death is not to go unpunished." "At least, he is not dead," said the student; and he hastened to tell his story.
"Speak at any tone you please," interrupted Daniels, at the stage of his having escaped from the music-hall by the artistes' door and of the help of the woman whom he did not profess to distinguish.

"My daughter is sleeping, and a sitting-room is here between her apartment and this one." But, though without any fear that the noble girl would stoop to listen, the student related the rest with a cautious voice.

Others might not be so delicate.
"You have a great heart," said Daniels, when he heard of the rescue of the major from the frigid slab of the morgue.