It reminds me--I mean your voice does--of your poor mother.
You know I loved her very tenderly, David, and though it is all past and done with I believe I should forgive her _now_, if she only came back to me.

I'm sometimes _so_ lonely, boy.

I wish you'd marry and settle down here--there's lots of room for you--some nice girl--and give me grandchildren before I die.

But I suppose I must be patient and wait first for your call to the Bar.

What a dreary long time it all takes! Why can't they, with one so clever, shorten the term of probation?
Or why wait for that to marry?
I could give you an allowance.