He saw, in fact, the goal arrived at which he would be able to sit still and wait with serenity and calmness for the event which would certainly relieve him of all further material anxieties.

His very active life, the activities of which were so largely benevolent, had at the expiration of fifty-eight years a little tired him.

He coveted the leisure which was so nearly his.
Morris lit a cigarette for himself, having previously passed the wine to Mr.Taynton.
"I hate port," he said, "but my mother tells me this is all right.

It was laid down the year I was born by the way.

You don't mind my smoking do you ?" This, to tell the truth, seemed almost sacrilegious to Mr.Taynton, for the idea that tobacco, especially the frivolous cigarette, should burn in a room where such port was being drunk was sheer crime against human and divine laws.