I can only offer advice." "Do come and see me soon," he pleaded.
"My bolt is shot," I replied; "but I'll come in two or three days' time, as soon as I have anything of importance to say....

Don't forget, Oscar, the yacht is there and will be there waiting until the 20th; the yacht will always be ready and the brougham." "Good night, Frank," he said, "good night, and thank you." He got out and went into the house, the gloomy sordid house where the brother lived who would sell his blood for a price! * * * * * Three or four days later we met again, but to my amaze Oscar had not changed his mind.

To talk of him as cast down is the precise truth; he seemed to me as one who had fallen from a great height and lay half conscious, stunned on the ground.

The moment you moved him, even to raise his head, it gave him pain and he cried out to be left alone.
There he lay prone, and no one could help him.

It was painful to witness his dumb misery: his mind even, his sunny bright intelligence, seemed to have deserted him.
Once again he came out with me to lunch.