It's easier to guide them than drive them; don't you think so ?" "I have no experience yet; but that is my idea, certainly." "Then you'll succeed.

Have you been introduced to Monsieur Lablache?
This is Mr Railsford, the new Master of the Shell, monsieur." Monsieur shrugged himself ceremoniously.

He had a big moustache, which curled up in an enigmatical way when he smiled; and Railsford was at a loss whether to like him or dislike him.
"We shall be friends, Meester Railsford, I hope," said the foreigner; "I have much to do wiz ze young gentlemen of the Sell.

Helas! they try my patience; but I like them, Meester Railsford, I like them." "I only wish I knew whether I liked you," inwardly ejaculated the new master, as he smiled in response to the confession.
A bell put an end to further conference, and Mark went off in a somewhat excited state of mind to his own house.
Mr Roe's few words stuck in his mind--especially one of them.
What did he mean by classing sympathy and good government together in the way he had?
How can you reduce a disorderly house to order by sympathy?
However, he had no leisure for guessing riddles that night..