Garston is an excellent fellow; he has plenty of brains, and always does the right thing, however difficult it may be.

Men are not like women, my dear: they often hide their deepest feelings.

Your poor uncle has never been quite the same man since Ralph's death, and just as he was getting over his boy's loss a little he had a fresh disappointment with Charlie: he always meant to put him in Ralph's place.' I was a little ashamed of my criticism when Max said this.

I felt I had not made sufficient allowance for Uncle Brian: the death of his only son must have been a dreadful blow.

Ralph had died at Oxford; they said he had overworked himself in trying for honours and then had taken a chill.
He was a fine, handsome young fellow, nearly two-and-twenty, and his father's idol: no wonder Uncle Brian had grown so much older and graver during the last few years.
And he had been fond of Charlie, and had meant to have him in Ralph's place; my poor boy would have been a rich one if he had lived.