There is no room in them just now for the home he is leaving.

That is human nature.

If he be sick or sorry later on--as I know your loving fancy pictures him--his heart would turn even then, not to the mother he saw waving and weeping on the quay, amid all the confusion of departure, but to the mother of his childhood, of his happy days of long ago.

It may be "-- John hesitated, and spoke very tenderly--"it may be that his heart will be all the softer then, because he was denied the parting interview he never sought.

The young are strangely wayward and impatient.