I felt at once that he had become acquainted with grief.

The shadow in his dark eyes and a certain worn expression about the mouth told me that this was so.
"Yes, Quatermain," he said as he took my hand, "it is you whom I have travelled seven thousand miles to visit, and I thank God that I have been so fortunate as to find you.

I feared lest you might be dead, or perhaps far away in the centre of Africa where I should never be able to track you down." "A week later perhaps you would not have found me, Lord Ragnall," I answered, "but as it happens misfortune has kept me here." "And misfortune has brought me here, Quatermain." Then before I had time to answer Savage came up and we went into the house.
"You are just in time for lunch," I said, "and as luck will have it there is a good rock cod and a leg of oribe buck for you to eat.

Boy, set two more places." "One more place, if you please, sir," said Savage.

"I should prefer to take my food afterwards." "You will have to get over that in Africa," I muttered.