Better, I suppose, than the thought of going into Parliament." "That may come some day," he answered, glancing at a gull that hovered above the ship.

"Not whilst my father sits there." "You would be on different sides, I suppose." Arnold smiled, and went on to say that he was uneasy about his father's health.

John Jacks had fallen of late into a habit of worry about things great and small, as though age were suddenly telling upon him.
He fretted over public affairs; he suffered from the death of old friends, especially that of John Bright, whom he had held in affectionate regard for a lifetime.

Irene was glad to hear this expression of anxiety.

For it sometimes seemed to her that Arnold Jacks had little, if any, domestic feeling.
She wished they could have travelled further together.