He was lying on his bed in a state of prostration.
"Cheer up, Bastow," he said, putting his hand upon the Rector's shoulder.

"The sentence is fifteen years, which was the very amount I hoped that he would get.

The more one sees of him the more hopeless it is to expect that any change will ever take place in him; and it is infinitely better that he should be across the sea where his conduct, when his term is over, can affect no one.

The disgrace, such as it is, to his friends, is no greater in a long term than in a short one.

Had he got off with four or five years' imprisonment, he would have been a perpetual trouble and a source of uneasiness, not to say alarm; and even had he left you alone we should always have been in a state of dread as to his next offense.