And I'm very proud when I hear people say, 'There's that brilliant young fellow, Hamil,' or, in a tone which expresses profound respect, 'Hamil designed it, you know'; and I smile and think, 'That's my boy Garry!' James, it is a very comfortable sensation for an old lady to experience." And she looked at Wayward out of her lovely golden eyes, sweet as a maid of twenty.
Wayward smiled, then absently bent his gaze on his wine-glass, lying back in his chair.

Through his spectacles his eyes seemed very intent on the frail crystal stem of his glass.
"What are you going to do for the rest of the winter ?" she asked, watching him.
"What I am doing," he replied with smiling bitterness.

"The _Ariani_ is yonder when I can't stand the shore....

What else is there for me to do--until I snuff out!" "Build that house you were going to build--when we were rather younger, Jim." "I did; and it fell," he said quietly; but, as though she had not heard.
"-- Build that house," she repeated, "and line it with books--the kind of books that were written and read before the machine-made sort supplanted them.

One picture to a room--do you remember, Jim ?--or two if you find it better; the kind men painted before Rembrandt died....