He believed in his images, which were not the same as those his father worshiped; and all he wanted was to see them work.

I think it hurt him when they didn't, or, at least, when they didn't appear to." "Ah," said Ida, "that's rather too involved for me." "Well," returned her companion, "we'll leave Weston out.

I'm not sure about what he believes in, and it's probable that, he doesn't know himself, except that it's everything as it used to be.

His wife was High Church, with altruistic notions, and it's no secret that she made things rather uncomfortable for her husband; but when she took the lad in hand she succeeded perhaps too well.

You see, he wanted to apply her principles; and altruism leads to trouble when its possessor comes across formulas that don't stand for anything." Just then there was a rattle of wheels outside, and a minute or two later a little full-fleshed man, with a heavy face, in conventional dress, entered the hall.