He's got plenty of mixed stuff in him, bad and good.

I should feel it anxious work, the next few years, if he were my boy.' Now it was really this talk which was fermenting in Reuben, and which, together with the 'rumpus' between Hannah and Louie, had led to his singularly disturbed state of conscience this Sunday morning.

As he stood, miserably pulling at his pipe, the whole prospect of sloping field, and steep distant moor, gradually vanished from his eyes, and, instead, he saw the same London room which David's memory held so tenaciously--he saw Sandy raising himself from his deathbed with that look of sudden distrust--'Now, you'll deal honest wi 'em, Reuben ?' Reuben groaned in spirit.

'A boy to be proud of' indeed.

It seemed to him, now that he was perforce made to think about it, that he had never been easy in his mind since Sandy's orphans came to the house.