I'm going to see him myself." "_You_," I italicised.

It struck me as phenomenal and rather absurd that everybody that I came across should, in some way or other, be mixed up with this portentous philanthropist.

It was as if a fisherman were drawing in a ground line baited with hundreds of hooks.

He had a little offended air.
"He, or, I should say, a number of people interested in a philanthropic society, have asked me to go to Greenland." "Do they want to get rid of you ?" I asked, flippantly.

I was made to know my place.
"My dear fellow," Callan said, in his most deliberate, most Olympian tone.