"I think the doctor is right, Baker, I think he'll never make us ashamed of him." "I am sure he never will," said Mr Baker.
"I don't think he ever will," said Dr Thorne.
The tones of the men's voices were very different.

Mr Baker did not care a straw about it; why should he?
He had an heir of his own as well as the squire; one also who was the apple of _his_ eye.

But the doctor,--he did care; he had a niece, to be sure, whom he loved, perhaps as well as these men loved their sons; but there was room in his heart also for young Frank Gresham.
After this small expose of feeling they sat silent for a moment or two.

But silence was not dear to the heart of the Honourable John, and so he took up the running.
"That's a niceish nag you gave Frank this morning," he said to his uncle.

"I was looking at him before dinner.