He was quite tired out.

Ah, neighbour, if I could but see him oftener so--if I could but tame down that terrible restlessness--' 'In good time,' said the locksmith, kindly, 'in good time--don't be down-hearted.

To my mind he grows wiser every day.' The widow shook her head.

And yet, though she knew the locksmith sought to cheer her, and spoke from no conviction of his own, she was glad to hear even this praise of her poor benighted son.
'He will be a 'cute man yet,' resumed the locksmith.

'Take care, when we are growing old and foolish, Barnaby doesn't put us to the blush, that's all.