"Well, it's a pity I couldn't tell you all you have done for me already--and that's one reason why I'm so sorry the other thing will not wash out.

Now Charley and I have a good deal to do, and you'll excuse me." He went out with his comrade, and Deringham smiled at his daughter.
"He is learning rapidly.

Still, I fancy the man will feel it when--and I am of course speaking impersonally--he finds you out," he said.
Alice Deringham laughed, though she was not conscious of much amusement just then, and pointed to the bookcase close by her.
"It is really not his fault, if that is where he gets his fancies from," she said.
"No," said Deringham, nodding.

"We grow out of them at sixteen in the old country.

Of course, Tennyson, Kingsley, Scott.