That sad sight reconciles me to my lot.

God help you!" and he was going away; for now he felt an unreasoning terror lest his own child should have turned from colored wax to pale.
Mr.Bartley stopped him.

"Are they so very like ?" said he.
"Wonderfully like." And again he was going, but Bartley, who had received him so coldly, seemed now unwilling to part with him.
"Stay," said he, "and let me think." The truth is, a daring idea had just flashed through that brain of his; and he wanted to think it out.
He walked to and fro in silent agitation, and his face was as a book in which you may read strange matter.

At last he made up his mind, but the matter was one he did not dare to approach too bluntly, so he went about a little.
"Stay--you don't know all my misfortunes.

I am ambitious--like you.