I like the look of him myself.' He began to talk of other subjects; waxed wrath at the misery of this housing to which the family had shrunk; urged a removal from the vile den as soon as ever it could be managed.

Sidney always lost control of himself when he talked with the Hewetts of their difficulties; the people were, from his point of view, so lacking in resource, so stubbornly rooted in profitless habit.

Over and over again he had implored them to take a rational view of the case, to borrow a few pounds of him, to make a new beginning on clean soil.

It was like contending with some hostile force of nature; lie spent himself in vain.
As Hewett did not return, he at length took his leave, and went into the back-room for a moment.
'She's asleep,' said Snowdon, rising from the chair where he had been sitting deep in thought.

'It's a good sign.' Sidney just looked towards the bed, and nodded with satisfaction.