The children, in truth, had no very strong hold upon his affections.

Sometimes, when Amy sat and talked to him, he showed a growing nervousness, an impatience, and at length turned away from her as if to occupy himself in some manner.

The voice was not that which had ever power to soothe him when it spoke playfully.

Memory brought back the tones which had been so dear to him, and at times something more than memory; he seemed really to hear them, as if from a distance.
And then it was that he went out to wander in the streets.
Of Bob in the meantime he saw scarcely anything.

That young man presented himself one Sunday shortly after his father had become settled in the new home, but practically he was a stranger.