This was the first time he had made a remark that Rachel found rather feeble.
"Well, I don't know," cried Mrs.Aalbom, putting her head on one side and looking up to the ceiling.

"It is possible to have too much of natural affection, mother's influence, home feeling, and that sort of thing." "It entirely depends what sort of home it is, Mrs.Aalbom," broke in Jacob Worse, suddenly.
Every eye was turned upon him.

He had drawn himself up, and his face was red and his eyes gleaming.
There came a slight pause in the conversation, of which the Consul availed himself, and, taking up his glass, he said, with a smile, "Now we must mind what we are about.

This is not the first time I have seen Jacob Worse join in a conversation like this; and if we do not want him to make it too warm for us, we had better change the scene of action to another room, where we can carry on the conflict in the shade.

So if the ladies and gentlemen are of the same opinion as myself, we had better retire." The company broke up.