They were both looking after me, and I felt that they were speaking of me.
Mr.Quinion lay at our house that night.

After breakfast, the next morning, I had put my chair away, and was going out of the room, when Mr.Murdstone called me back.

He then gravely repaired to another table, where his sister sat herself at her desk.

Mr.Quinion, with his hands in his pockets, stood looking out of window; and I stood looking at them all.
'David,' said Mr.Murdstone, 'to the young this is a world for action; not for moping and droning in.' -- 'As you do,' added his sister.
'Jane Murdstone, leave it to me, if you please.

I say, David, to the young this is a world for action, and not for moping and droning in.