And I loved him very well.

Things went so quickly after that.
In a moderately cheerful frame of mind I strolled the few yards that separated me from my club--intent on dining.

In my averseness to solitude I sat down at a table where sat already a little, bald-headed, false-toothed Anglo-Indian, a man who bored me into fits of nervous excitement.

He was by way of being an incredibly distant uncle of my own.

As a rule I avoided him, to-night I dined with him.