Mrs.Goddard laughed faintly.
"You are not old enough to have reached that point yet, Mr.Short," she said.

"Really, here we are moralising like a couple of old philosophers!" "This is a moralising season," answered John.

"When we last met, it was all holly-berries and Christmas and plum-pudding." "How long ago that seems!" exclaimed the poor lady with a sigh.
"Ages!" echoed John, sighing in his turn, but not so much for sadness, it may be, as from relief that the great struggle was over.

That time of anxiety and terrible effort seemed indeed very far removed from him, but its removal was a cause of joy rather than of sadness.

He sighed like a man who, sitting over his supper, remembers the hard fought race he has won in the afternoon, feeling yet in his limbs the ability to race and win again but feeling in his heart the delicious consciousness that the question of his superiority has been decided beyond all dispute.
"And now you will stay here a long time, of course," said Mrs.Goddard presently.
"I am stopping at the Hall, just now," said John with a distinct sense of the importance of the fact, "and after a week I shall stay here a few days.