Poor Claudius! anybody might see he was in love.
"There; I think that will draw sparks," said Mr.Bellingham, as he folded the last of his letters and put them all in a great square envelope.

"Put those in your pocket and keep your powder dry." "I am really very grateful to you," said Claudius.

Uncle Horace began to tramp round the room again, emitting smoky ejaculations of satisfaction.
Presently he stopped in front of his guest and turned his eyes up to Claudius's face without raising his head.

It gave him a peculiar expression.
"It is a very strange thing," he said, "but I knew at once that you had a destiny, the first time I saw you.

I am very superstitious; I believe in destiny." "So would I if I thought one could know anything about it.