But after a while, my father grows tired of hotels.

He begins to wish for the quiet of The Hard, and all the things he is accustomed to.
And then, naturally, I begin to wish for it too." From which statement, made as he judged with intention, Tom apprehended an attachment of no common order existing between these two persons, father and child.

If, as family gossip disapprovingly hinted, the affection given appeared to trench on exaggeration, the affection returned was of kindred quality, fervid, self-realized, absorbing, and absorbed.

Comparing it with his own humorously tolerant filial attitude, Tom felt at once contrite and injured.

The contrast was glaring.