Yes, he speaks seriously." They talked for a little, then Will went into the house alone, and found his mother as she sat in her wonted place, the usual needlework on her lap.

As he crossed the room, she kept her eyes upon him in a gaze of the gentlest reproach, mingled with a smile, which told the origin of Will's wholesome humour.
"And you couldn't trust me to take my share of the trouble ?" "I knew only too well," replied her son, "that your own share wouldn't content you." "Greedy mother!--Perhaps you were right, Will.

I suppose I should have interfered, and made everything worse for you; but you needn't have waited quite so long before telling me.

The one thing that I can't understand is Mr.Sherwood's behaviour.

You had always given me such a different idea of him.