He walked on the deck so much now that his friend went back to London, saying he could get no sleep.

Sometimes we took long walks alone; often we sat for hours looking at the river, for on those occasions he would take me out of the leather case and put me on his knee.

One day his friend came back and told him that he would soon get over it, he himself having once had a similar experience; but my master said no one had ever loved as he loved, and muttered 'Vixi, vixi' to himself till the other told him not to be a fool, but to come to the hotel and have something to eat.

Over this they quarrelled, my master hinting that he would eat no more; but he ate heartily after his friend was gone.
"After a time we left the house-boat, and were in chambers in a great inn.

I was still in his pocket, and heard many conversations between him and people who came to see him, and he would tell them that he loathed the society of women.