And she said she had hoped once that this something would happen; but that it hadn't, and that it would take something more than thinking to bring it.

And I know now what she meant, because thinking isn't all that counts, is it ?" Mr.Jack did not answer.

He had risen to his feet, and was pacing restlessly up and down the veranda.

Once or twice he turned his eyes toward the towers of Sunnycrest, and David noticed that there was a new look on his face.
Very soon, however, the old tiredness came back to his eyes, and he dropped into his seat again, muttering "Fool! of course it couldn't be--that!" "Be what ?" asked David.
Mr.Jack started.
"Er--nothing; nothing that you would understand, David.

Go on--with what you were saying." "There isn't any more.