Indeed, I think he'd like it: he'd like to know what you think.

You see, he's awfully depressed; he feels he's not wanted out there, and--though I don't know what he means--that things, religious things, you know, aren't real." "Not wanted, eh ?" queried the old soldier.

"Now, I wonder why he resents that.

Is it because he feels snubbed?
I shouldn't be surprised if he had a bit of a swelled head, your young man, you know, Hilda." "Sir Robert Doyle, if you're going to be beastly, you can go to your horrid old club, and I only hope you'll be worried to death.

Of course it isn't that.