My father has a notion you haven't been quite well lately.

I dare say you're worrying a little, eh ?' Sidney remained standing by the fireplace, turned so that his face was in shadow.
'Worry?
Oh, I don't know,' he replied, idly.
'Well, _I'm_ worried a good deal, Sidney, and that's the fact.' 'What about ?' 'All sorts of things.

I've meant to have a long talk with you; but then I don't quite know how to begin.

Well, see, it's chiefly about Jane.' Sidney neither moved nor spoke.
'After all, Sidney,' resumed the other, softening his voice, 'I _am_ her father, you see.

A precious bad one I've been, that there's no denying, and dash it if I don't sometimes feel ashamed of myself.