"If you can direct me there, sir," he said, "I shall be greatly obliged." "I can do so," Da Souza said, falling into step, "and will with pleasure.

I am going that way myself.

I hope," he continued in a tone of kindly concern, "that you are not a shareholder in the Company." The old man dropped his bag with a clatter upon the pavement, and his lips moved for a moment without any speech coming from them.

Da Souza picked up the bag and devoutly hoped that none of his City friends were in the way.
"I don't exactly know about being a shareholder," the old man said nervously, "but I've certainly something to do with it.

I am, or should have been, joint vendor.