Robin had always been somewhat too much of an old head on young shoulders to please his uncle.

To be sure, he had fed on Blue Books and slept on statistics, yet his engagement to a lovely girl like Nelly ought to have made him look happier.

It was indecent in the circumstances, that's what it was, that anybody, with the remotest justification for the epithet, could call him careworn.
Once Robin on an afternoon when the House was not sitting called for his cousin and carried her off in a hansom without saying where he was taking her to.

That was something of which the General heartily approved.

If Robin had done it oftener his opinion of him would have gone up immensely.