I suppose I ought to settle in life by this time." "Seriously, I think so, my son.

Here is to your future happiness," said the old gentleman, touching his glass with his lips.
"And here is to our future peace," returned Giovanni, also drinking.
"We never really quarrel, Giovanni, do we ?" said his father.

Every trace of anger had vanished.

His strong face beamed with an affectionate smile that was like the sun after a thunderstorm.
"No, indeed," answered his son, cordially.

"We cannot afford to quarrel; there are only two of us left." "That is what I always say," assented the Prince, beginning to eat the orange he had carefully peeled since he had grown calm.