It was not there that his mind was awake, and that the powers of the man were exercised.

When he came up from the dining-room to join his daughter after dinner he would get her to sing him a song, and would then seat himself with a book.

But he never read in his own house, invariably falling into a sweet and placid slumber, from which he was never disturbed till his daughter kissed him as she went to bed.

Then he would walk about the room, and look at his watch, and shuffle uneasily through half-an-hour till his conscience allowed him to take himself to his chamber.

He was a man of no pursuits in his own house.
But from ten in the morning till five, or often till six, in the evening, his mind was active in some work.