The question was naturally prompted in me, 'Why do you not go on with it ?' 'Want of funds.' 'There's no necessity to name that now,' I insisted.

But my father desired them to postpone any further exposition of the case, saying, 'Pleasure first, business by-and-by.

That, I take it, is in the order of our great mother Nature, gentlemen.

I will not have him help shoulder his father's pack until he has had his, fill of entertainment.' A smooth voyage brought us in view of the towers of Ostend at sunrise.
Standing with my father on deck, and gazing on this fringe of the grand romantic Continent, I remembered our old travels, and felt myself bound to him indissolubly, ashamed of my recent critical probings of his character.

My boy's love for him returned in full force.