He spoke as if he saw the truth, and, persisting in it so long, he was accredited by those who did not understand him, and silenced them that did.
"We shall see," was all the argument left to Dr.Clifford, and other unbelievers.
So far certainly the experiment had succeeded.

A comelier, bracer, better boy was nowhere to be met.

His promise was undeniable.

The vessel, too, though it lay now in harbour and had not yet been proved by the buffets of the elements on the great ocean, had made a good trial trip, and got well through stormy weather, as the records of the Bakewell Comedy witnessed to at Raynham.

No augury could be hopefuller.
The Fates must indeed be hard, the Ordeal severe, the Destiny dark, that could destroy so bright a Spring! But, bright as it was, the baronet relaxed nothing of his vigilant supervision.