It was not very convenient, because I had to borrow one of our fellows' traps, as I had sold my own, and none of them had the confidence in my driving which I had myself.

I was also obliged to leave the packing of my collection of Malay _krises_ and Indian _kookeries_ to my bearer.
I wondered as I drove along why Sir John had sent for me.

Worse, was he?
Dying?
And without a friend.

Poor old man! He had done pretty well in this world, but I was afraid he would not be up to much once he was out of it; and now it seemed he was going.

I felt sorry for him.