As I said, it isn't my business." "You don't care, then, what becomes of us all?
I sometimes begin to think so." Struck by the tone, Ascott stopped in the act of putting on his lilac kid gloves.

"What have I done?
I may be a very bad fellow, but I'm not quite so bad as that.

Aunt Hilary." "She didn't mean it, my boy," said Aunt Johanna, tenderly.
He was moved, more by the tenderness than the reproach.

He came and kissed his eldest aunt in that warm-hearted, impulsive way, which had won him forgiveness for many a boyish fault.

It did so now.
"I know I'm not half good enough to you, Auntie, but I mean to be.