Indeed, the young man had brought the wife and husband nearer than they had been since Robert vanished over-sea.

Each had blamed the other in an indefinite, secret way; but here was Robert's son, on whom they could lavish--as they did--their affection, long since forfeited by Ian.
Finally, one day, after a little burst of thanksgiving, on getting an excellent letter from Gaston, telling of his simple, amusing life in Paris, Sir William sent him one thousand pounds, begging him to buy a small yacht, or to do what he pleased with it.
"A very remarkable man, my dear," Sir William said, as he enclosed the cheque.

"Excellent wisdom--excellent!" "Who could have guessed that he knew so much about the poor and the East End, and all those social facts and figures ?" Lady Belward answered complacently.
"An unusual mind, with a singular taste for history, and yet a deep observation of the present.

I don't know when and how he does it.

I really do not know." "It is nice to think that Lord Faramond approves of him." "Most noticeable.