He was here, there and everywhere.

To-day--for the last few weeks, indeed--he has scarcely left his office.

He sits there, signs a few letters, listens to what I have to say, and goodness knows how he spends the rest of his time.

Where the business would be," Mr.Jarvis continued, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "if it were not for us who know the running of it so well, I can't say, but a fact it is that Mr.Weatherley seems to have lost all interest in it." "I wonder he doesn't retire," Arnold suggested.
Mr.Jarvis looked at him in amazement.
"Retire!" he exclaimed.

"Why should he retire?
What would he do?
Isn't it as comfortable for him to read his newspaper over the fire in the office here as at home?
Isn't it better for him to have his friends all around him, as he has here, than to sit up in his drawing-room in business hours with never a soul to speak to?
Such men as Mr.Weatherley, Chetwode, or as Mr.Weatherley's father was, don't retire.