He is distinguished by nature, and that's enough for him.
You'd like Dymchurch, father." The vicar looked up from a fit of black brooding, and said "Ah! no doubt." Mrs.Lashmar, learning the circumstances of Lord Dymchurch, took less pride in him, but went on to ask questions.

Had his lordship no interest, which might serve a friend?
Could he not present Dyce to more influential people.
"I should be ashamed to hint that kind of thing to him," answered Dyce.
"Don't be so impatient, mother.

If I am to do anything--in your sense of the word the opportunity will come.

If it doesn't, well, fate has ordered it so." "All I know is, Dyce, that you might be the coming man, and you're content to be nobody at all." Dyce laughed.
"The coming man! Well, perhaps, I _am_; who knows?
At all events, it's something to know that you believe in me.

And it may be that you are not the only one." Later, Dyce and his father went into the study to smoke.