He wished to speak, but did not know how far he might with wisdom.

The laird forestalled him.
"Sit down! This is to be talked over, for again my course of life alters." Strickland took his chair.

He leaned his arm upon the table, his chin upon his hand.

He did not look directly at the man opposite, but at the bowl of flowers between them.
"When a man has had joy and lost it, what does he do ?" Glenfernie's voice was almost contemplative.
"One man one thing, and one another," said Strickland.

"After his nature." "No.