This was his habitual mode of utterance, but it was especially marked in the words I have just quoted.
"Jupiter! There's a programme!" cried Mr.Tristram.

"Certainly, all that takes money, especially the wife; unless indeed she gives it, as mine did.

And what's the story?
How have you done it ?" Newman had pushed his hat back from his forehead, folded his arms, and stretched his legs.

He listened to the music, he looked about him at the bustling crowd, at the plashing fountains, at the nurses and the babies.
"I have worked!" he answered at last.
Tristram looked at him for some moments, and allowed his placid eyes to measure his friend's generous longitude and rest upon his comfortably contemplative face.

"What have you worked at ?" he asked.
"Oh, at several things." "I suppose you're a smart fellow, eh ?" Newman continued to look at the nurses and babies; they imparted to the scene a kind of primordial, pastoral simplicity.