I don't want to vex you.

I want to make the best of myself." Lord Ashbridge stood looking exactly like his statue in the market-place at Ashbridge.
"If that is the case, Michael," he said, "it is within your power.

You will write the letter I spoke about." Michael paused a moment as if waiting for more.

It did not seem to him possible that his appeal should bear no further fruit than that.

But it was soon clear that there was no more to come.
"I will wish you good night, father," he said.
Sunday was a day on which Lord Ashbridge was almost more himself than during the week, so shining and public an example did he become of the British nobleman.