He supposed vaguely that the pain would grow less in time.

He should have to play a lot of games, and take tremendous interest in his tenants and his property and perhaps presently go into Parliament.

And if all that failed, he could make some expedition into the wilds again.

He was too healthy and well-balanced to have even in this moment of deep suffering any morbid ideas.
When he had changed his soaking garments, he came back into his sitting-room and pulled Binko upon his knees.

The dog and his fat wrinkles seemed some kind of comfort to him.
"She remembered you, Binko, old man," he said, caressing the creature's ears.