We were his sons, but though Fabian is a little bit like him in appearance, I'm not, and never was.

I always feel that--" He paused, and she took up the tale: "That he wasn't the father you'd have made for yourself, eh!" "I suppose that's it.

Conceit, ain't it?
Perhaps the facts are, I'm one of the most useless people that ever wore a coat.

Perhaps the things I do aren't going to live beyond me." "It seems as though your father's business is going to live after him, doesn't it ?" the girl asked mockingly.

"Where are you going now ?" she added.
"Well, I'm going to take you home," he said, as he turned and walked by her side down the hill.
"Denzil will be glad to see you.