They engaged his interest the moment he entered the house.

They talked of a thousand and one things diverting: the foreign news, the political outlook, the September horse-show at which Patty would ride and jump, what was contemplated in society for the fall and winter, the ice-carnival, and the engagements.
"Why don't you enter your Irish hunter ?" asked John, when the talk veered around to horses again.
"I ride for the mere pleasure of it," replied Warrington; "or, if you will, I'm too lazy to learn the judges' catechism." Presently they had him telling how he had written his first play, and how completely Mrs.Jack had fooled him on their first meeting.
"No, I have not the slightest desire to return to the stage," said Mrs.Jack, in answer to a casual inquiry made by Warrington.
"Not while I'm around," supplemented John.
"Why, nothing could lure me back to it," Mrs.Jack declared emphatically.

"I am happy.

I am very happy.

I have nothing to wish for, save that my happiness may endure." Mrs.Bennington, who had long since grown to love her daughter-in-law, smiled benignly.
"You will always be happy, my dear; you were born to be.