I think I may say that I am quite content with him." "Do you think," said Sir Austin, fixing his brows, "that you can trace every act of his to its motive ?" The old lawyer bent forward and humbly requested that this might be repeated.
"Do you"-- Sir Austin held the same searching expression--"do you establish yourself in a radiating centre of intuition: do you base your watchfulness on so thorough an acquaintance with his character, so perfect a knowledge of the instrument, that all its movements--even the eccentric ones--are anticipated by you, and provided for ?" The explanation was a little too long for the old lawyer to entreat another repetition.

Winking with the painful deprecation of a deaf man, Mr.Thompson smiled urbanely, coughed conciliatingly, and said he was afraid he could not affirm that much, though he was happily enabled to say that Ripton had borne an extremely good character at school.
"I find," Sir Austin remarked, as sardonically he relaxed his inspecting pose and mien, "there are fathers who are content to be simply obeyed.
Now I require not only that my son should obey; I would have him guiltless of the impulse to gainsay my wishes--feeling me in him stronger than his undeveloped nature, up to a certain period, where my responsibility ends and his commences.

Man is a self-acting machine.

He cannot cease to be a machine; but, though self-acting, he may lose the powers of self-guidance, and in a wrong course his very vitalities hurry him to perdition.

Young, he is an organism ripening to the set mechanic diurnal round, and while so he needs all the angels to hold watch over him that he grow straight and healthy, and fit for what machinal duties he may have to perform"...
Mr.Thompson agitated his eyebrows dreadfully.