Nothing is too good for Stafford here--and his chum--nothing!" Stafford's handsome face flushed.
"You've been very generous to me, sir," he said, in his brief way, but with a glance at his father which expressed more than the words.
Sir Stephen threw his head back and laughed.
"That's all right, Staff," he said.

"It's been a pleasure to me.

I just wanted to see you happy--'see you' is rather inappropriate, though, isn't it, considering how very little I have seen you?
But there were reasons--We won't go into that.

Where was I ?" "You were telling us your reasons for building this place, sir," Howard reminded him quietly.
Sir Stephen shot a glance at him, a cautious glance.
"Was I?
By George! then I am more communicative than usual.

My friends in the city and elsewhere would tell you that I never give any reasons.
But what I was saying was this: that I've learnt that the world likes tinsel and glitter--just as the Sioux Indians are caught by glass beads and lengths of Turkey red calico.