I sent him money for his expenses, and he went off." "You never saw him ?" asked John Lexman, surprised.
Kara shook his head.
"That was not-- ?" began his host.
"Not like me, you were going to say.

Frankly, it was not, but then I realized that he was an unusual kind of man.

I invited him to dine with me before he left London, and in reply received a wire from Southampton intimating that he was already on his way." Lexman nodded.
"It must be an awfully interesting kind of life," he said.

"I suppose he will be away for quite a long time ?" "Three years," said Kara, continuing his examination of the bookshelf.
"I envy those fellows who run round the world writing books," said John, puffing reflectively at his pipe.

"They have all the best of it." Kara turned.