He got up to receive his guest, and Phineas saw at once that during the two years of his exile from England Lord Brentford had passed from manhood to senility.

He almost tottered as he came forward, and he wrapped his coat around him with that air of studious self-preservation which belongs only to the infirm.
"It is very good of you to come and see me, Mr.Finn," he said.
"Don't call him Mr.Finn, Papa.

I call him Phineas." "Well, yes; that's all right, I dare say.

It's a terrible long journey from London, isn't it, Mr.Finn ?" "Too long to be pleasant, my lord." "Pleasant! Oh, dear.

There's no pleasantness about it.