"You ought to be very contented there.

Whether you work or whether you loaf, it 's a place for an artist to be happy in.

I hope you will work." "I hope I may!" said Roderick with a magnificent smile.
"When we meet again, have something to show me." "When we meet again?
Where the deuce are you going ?" Roderick demanded.
"Oh, I hardly know; over the Alps." "Over the Alps! You 're going to leave me ?" Roderick cried.
Rowland had most distinctly meant to leave him, but his resolution immediately wavered.

He glanced at Mrs.Hudson and saw that her eyebrows were lifted and her lips parted in soft irony.

She seemed to accuse him of a craven shirking of trouble, to demand of him to repair his cruel havoc in her life by a solemn renewal of zeal.