Robert Pettifer however had prospered, and though he had reached an age when he might have claimed his leisure the nine o'clock train still took him daily to London.
"Aunt Margaret isn't after all so violent," said Dick, for whom she kept a very soft place in her heart.

But Harold shook his head.
"Your aunt, Richard, has all the primeval ferocity of the average woman." And then the fires of the enthusiast were set alight in his blue eyes.
"I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll send her my new pamphlet, Richard.

It may have a humanising influence upon her.

I have some advance copies.
I'll send her one this afternoon." Dick's eyes twinkled.
"I should if I were you, though to be sure, sir, we have tried that plan before without any prodigious effect." "True, Richard, true, but I have never before risen to such heights as these." Mr.Hazlewood threw down his napkin and paced the room.

"Richard, I am not inclined to boast.