I wonder whether you would mind reading the letter he wrote me when he heard of my election." Then he took the epistle out of his pocket and handed it to Lady Mabel.
"He means all that he says." "He always does that." "And he really hopes that you will put your shoulder to the wheel;--even though you must do so in opposition to him." "That makes no difference.

I think my father is a very fine fellow." "Shall you do all that he tells you ?" "Well;--I suppose not;--except that he advises me to hold my tongue.
I think that I shall do that.

I mean to go down there, you know, and I daresay I shall be much the same as others." "Has he talked to you much about it ?" "No;--he never talks much.

Every now and then he will give me a downright lecture, or he will write me a letter like that; but he never talks to any of us." "How very odd." "Yes; he is odd.

He seems to be fretful when we are with him.