But that was nothing.

Under the same circumstances he would have done the same thing again.

There had been something fascinating about the fellow, either his voice or his manner.

And there could be no doubting that he had been at ebb tide; the shiny coat, the white, but ragged linen, the cracked patent leathers.
A baron, and to reach the humble grade of private secretary to an eccentric millionaire--for the admiral, with all his kindliness and common sense, was eccentric--this was a fall.

Where were his newspapers?
There was a dignity to foreign work, even though in Europe the pay is small.