One doesn't go to Trumpeton Wood expecting to be happy there.

I've half a mind to swear I'll never draw it again." "I've been asking him what was the matter all the way home," said Miss Palliser, "but I don't think he knows himself." "Come upstairs, Phineas, and I'll show you your room," said Lord Chiltern.

"It's not quite as comfortable as the old 'Bull', but we make it do." Phineas, when he was alone, could not help standing for awhile with his back to the fire thinking of it all.

He did already feel himself to be at home in that house, and his doing so was a contradiction to all the wisdom which he had been endeavouring to teach himself for the last two years.

He had told himself over and over again that that life which he had lived in London had been, if not a dream, at any rate not more significant than a parenthesis in his days, which, as of course it had no bearing on those which had gone before, so neither would it influence those which were to follow.