Some love affair, I suppose--" "How quaint it is, that the father has kept all the animal vigour to himself, and transmitted none to the daughter." "He has not kept the soul to himself, Tom, or the eyes either.

She will bring me in wild flowers, and talk to me about them, till I fancy I can see them as well as ever.

Ah, well! It is a sweet world still, Tom, and there are sweet souls in it.

A sweet world: I was too fond of looking at it once, I suppose, so God took away my sight, that I might learn to look at Him." And the old man lay back in his chair, and covered his face with his handkerchief, and was quite still awhile.

And Tom watched him, and thought that he would give all his cunning and power to be like that old man.
Then Jane came in, and laid the cloth,--a coarse one enough,--and Tom picked a cold mutton bone with a steel fork, and drank his pint of beer from the public-house, and lighted his father's pipe, and then his own, and vowed that he had never dined so well in his life, and began his traveller's stories again.
And in the evening Mark came in, with a bottle of the '21 in his coat-tail pocket; and the three sat and chatted, while Mary brought out her work, and stitched listening silently, till it was time to lead the old man upstairs.
Tom put his father to bed, and then made a hesitating request-- "There is a poor sick man whom I brought down with me, sir, if you could spare me half-an-hour.