Ja, he was a right student; but he is changed now--the much reading, lieber Blech, the much reading." And the old fellow looked after Claudius as he disappeared into the dark doorway.
The Doctor mounted his three flights with even tread, and, turning up his light, proceeded leisurely to eat his twisted rolls and sausages.
When he had done that, he took the great stone jug in his hand, as if it had been a wine-glass, and set it to his lips and drank a long draught.
The result of his cogitations, assisted by the soothing influence of supper, was to be foreseen.

In the first place, he reflected that the problem was itself a myth.

No one could require of him that he should use his money unless he liked.

He might let it accumulate without any trouble to himself; and then, why should he tell any one of his inheritance?
Surely he might go on living as he was living now for an indefinite period, and nobody would be the wiser.

Besides, it would be a novel sensation to feel that while living like a simple student he possessed a great power, put away, as it were, on the shelf, whereby he could, if he liked, at any moment astonish the whole country.