Language indeed failed Mr.Wilks in describing it, and, pressed for details, he could only murmur disjointedly of satin-wood, polished brass, and crimson velvet.
Jack Nugent hailed his father's departure with joy.

They had seen a great deal of each other during the latter's prolonged stay ashore, and neither had risen in the other's estimation in consequence.

He became enthusiastic over the sea as a profession for fathers, and gave himself some airs over acquaintances less fortunately placed.

In the first flush of liberty he took to staying away from school, the education thus lost being only partially atoned for by a grown-up style of composition engendered by dictating excuses to the easy-going Mrs.Kingdom.
At seventeen he learnt, somewhat to his surprise, that his education was finished.

His father provided the information and, simply as a matter of form, consulted him as to his views for the future.