That will come; all in good time.

I must grant myself half a year of luxury after such a life as mine has been.' 'Of course you must.

Let algebra wait.' 'I think it over, of course, at odd moments.

Church on Sunday morning is a good opportunity.' Barfoot could not stay to see the old year out, but good wishes were none the less heartily exchanged before he went.

Micklethwaite walked with him to the railway station; at a few paces' distance from his house he stood and pointed back to it.
'That little place, Barfoot, is one of the sacred spots of the earth.
Strange to think that the house has been waiting for me there through all the years of my hopelessness.