You've got troubles of your own, I daresay, sir.

I didn't come here to worry you with mine.

That would be a poor return for all your kindness to me.' "'What has become of Julia ?' I asked.

I did not feel I wanted to question him any more about his own affairs.
"A smile broke the settled melancholy of his features.

'Ah,' he said, in a more cheerful tone than he had hitherto employed, 'it does one good to think about _her_, it does.