He would have liked to feel that perhaps he might come back.

He would have liked to present him with a Delkoff, and teach him how to run it.

He had delighted in Mount Dunstan, and rejoiced in him, but he had rather fallen in love with Penzance.

Certain American doubts he had had of the solidity and permanency of England's position and power were somewhat modified.

When fellows like these two stood at the first rank, little old England was a pretty safe proposition.
After they had given him tea among the scents and songs of the sunken garden outside the library window, they set him on his way.