"Tom!" said his pursuer, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Philip Dillwyn!" said the other, turning. "Philip! Where did you come from? What a lucky turn-up! That I should find you here!"
"I found you, man. Where have you come from?"
"O, from everywhere."
"Are you alone? Where are your people?"
"O, Julia and Lenox are gone home. Mamma and I are here yet. I left mamma in a pension in Switzerland, where I could not hold it out any longer; and I have been wandering about—Florence, and Pisa, and I don't know all—till now I have brought up in Venice. It is so jolly to get you!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing."
"What are you going to do?"
"Nothing. O, I have done everything, you know. There is nothing left to a fellow."