I'm sorry I didn't do your bidding better.

Honestly, when I come to think over it, I don't see how I could have done otherwise.

But I don't expect you to think so.' Wallace laughed, protested, and they parted.
A few moments later Kendal let himself into his rooms, where lights were burning, and threw himself into his reading-chair, beside which his books and papers stood ready to his hand.

Generally, nothing gave him a greater sense of _bien-etre_ than this nightly return, after a day spent in society, to these silent and faithful companions of his life.

He was accustomed to feel the atmosphere of his room when he came back to it charged with welcome.