Like Storri, only more a-droop, Mr.Harley owned no wish for company.
Mr.Harley was thus broken to the ground when Storri's message found him.

The threat at the tail, like the sting at the tail of a scorpion, stunned Mr.Harley past thinking.

He could neither do nor plan; he could only utter his despair in groans.
Two hours later, and while he lay writhing, Richard's inclosure of the French shares arrived by post.

Mr.Harley at sight of them came as near fainting as any gentleman coarsely grained and hearty ever comes.

Ten minutes went by in stupid gazing, and in handling and feeling those certificates that were to him as is the reprieve that comes to one who else would die within the hour.
There is such a thing as compensation, and the very coarseness of which you have now and again complained made most for the rescue of Mr.Harley at this crisis.