“You didn’t put your full address to this letter,” Raffles continued. “That was not like the first-rate man of business you used to be. ‘The Shrubs,’⁠—they may be anywhere: you live near at hand, eh?⁠—have cut the London concern altogether⁠—perhaps turned country squire⁠—have a rural mansion to invite me to. Lord, how many years it is ago! The old lady must have been dead a pretty long while⁠—gone to glory without the pain of knowing how poor her daughter was, eh? But, by Jove! you’re very pale and pasty, Nick. Come, if you’re going home, I’ll walk by your side.”