Then Charlie lowered himself again, and said in a tone of voice by which I knew he was pleased, "I'm so glad you've come to see me, old Isaac.

It's very kind of you.

Jack says you know a lot about live things, and that you like the numbers we like in the _Penny Cyclopaedia_.

I wanted to see you, for I think you and I are much in the same boat; you're old, and I'm crippled, and we're both too poor to travel.

But Jack's to go, and when he's gone, you and I'll follow him on the map." "GOD willing, sir," said the bee-master; and when he said that, I knew how sorry he felt for poor Charlie, for when he was moved he always said very short things, and generally something religious.
And for all Charlie's whims and fancies, and in all his pain and fretfulness, and through fits of silence and sensitiveness, he had never a better friend than Isaac Irvine.