Sir Denis forgot he had such a thing as a liver, and had no more of the gouty attacks which made his temper east-windy instead of west-windy.

During those peaceful years he forgot to be choleric.

He was overflowing with kindness and helpfulness to those about him, and took a paternal interest in the affairs of his household.
"Sure," Pat would say to Bridget, "'tis for marrying us he'd be, if he knew how it was with us, same as he married off Rose to the postman and gave them a cottage; and that new girl isn't up to Rose's work yet, nor ever will be, unless I'm mistaken." "'Twould be a sin to take advantage of him," Bridget would answer.

"And we're both young enough to wait a bit, Pat.

There'll be new ways when Miss Nelly marries Sir Robin.