"Well, perhaps, we may manage it some time." "When our ship comes in--namely, that money which Richard Brithwood will not pay, and John Halifax will not go to law to make him.

Nay, father dear, I am not going to quarrel with any one of your crotchets." She spoke with a fond pride, as she did always, even when arguing against the too Quixotic carrying out of the said crotchets.

"Perhaps, as the reward of forbearance, the money will come some day when we least expect it; then John shall have his heart's desire, and start the cloth-mills at Enderley." John smiled, half-sadly.

Every man has a hobby--this was his, and had been for fifteen years.

Not merely the making a fortune, as he still firmly believed it could be made, but the position of useful power, the wide range of influence, the infinite opportunities of doing good.
"No, love; I shall never be 'patriarch of the valley,' as Phineas used to call it.