He was for that moment no longer the huge, overgrown schoolboy bubbling over with the joy and appetite of life.

His face seemed to have resolved itself into sterner lines.

It was the face of a thinker.
"There are other Englishmen besides you," Selingman said, "who are a little--what you call 'fed up' with your country.

You have much common sense.

You do not believe that yours is the only country in the world.
You like sometimes to hear plain speech from one who knows ?" "Without a doubt," Norgate assented.
Mr.Selingman stroked his knee with his fat hand.
"You in England," he continued, "you are too prosperous.