"I saw him the day he came back from the attempt to hush up the company business.

I met him in the road, and could not help pulling up to speak to him.

I was so sorry for him.

We had been friends for many years, he and I.'Oh, good God!' he said, when he saw me.

'Don't stop me--don't speak to me!' And he lashed his horse up--as white as a sheet--fat, fresh-coloured man that he was in general--and was off.