The one thing that troubles me still, Sidney, is--her father.

It's hard that I can't be sure whether my son will be a help or a hindrance.

I must wait, and try to know him better.' The conversation had so wearied Michael, that in returning to the house he had to lean on his companion's arm.

Sidney was silent, and yielded, he scarce knew why, to a mood of depression.

When Jane returned from Maldon in the evening, and he heard her happy voice as the children ran out to welcome her, there was a heaviness at his heart.