"A book! What book should I write ?" "A history; something about art or antiquities." "I have neither the learning nor the talent." She made no attempt to contradict him; she simply said she had supposed otherwise.

"You ought, at any rate," she continued in a moment, "to do something for yourself." "For myself?
I should have supposed that if ever a man seemed to live for himself"-- "I don't know how it seems," she interrupted, "to careless observers.
But we know--we know that you have lived--a great deal--for us." Her voice trembled slightly, and she brought out the last words with a little jerk.
"She has had that speech on her conscience," thought Rowland; "she has been thinking she owed it to me, and it seemed to her that now was her time to make it and have done with it." She went on in a way which confirmed these reflections, speaking with due solemnity.

"You ought to be made to know very well what we all feel.
Mrs.Hudson tells me that she has told you what she feels.

Of course Roderick has expressed himself.

I have been wanting to thank you too; I do, from my heart." Rowland made no answer; his face at this moment resembled the tragic mask much more than the comic.