He would want to hear himself talk, and be let feel that he was doing something.

All very well, and quite intelligible.

But with Miltoun (and Lord Valleys felt this to be no, mere parental fancy) it was a very different business.
His son had a way of forcing things to their conclusions which was dangerous, and reminded him of his mother-in-law.

He was a baby in public affairs, of course, as yet; but as soon as he once got going, the intensity of his convictions, together with his position, and real gift--not of the gab, like Harbinger's--but of restrained, biting oratory, was sure to bring him to the front with a bound in the present state of parties.

And what were those convictions?
Lord Valleys had tried to understand them, but up to the present he had failed.