But I feel confident that your better mind does not really confuse the mere diversions of life with its serious issues." Michael suddenly rose to his feet.
"Father, I'm afraid this is no use at all," he said.

"All that I feel, and all that I can't say, I know is unintelligible to you.

You have called it rubbish once, and you think it is rubbish still." Lord Ashbridge's eloquence was suddenly arrested.

He had been cantering gleefully along, and had the very distinct impression of having run up against a stone wall.

He dismounted, hurt, but in no way broken.
"I am anxious to understand you, Michael," he said.
"Yes, father, but you don't," said he.