I will not punish your fault so severely as Alcibiades ventured to hope.
I hope I'll have the old Bines philosophy and the young Bines spirit.
My hope is weak that I shall ever again see you, yet it is possible.
“I hope he will yet give the mounseer a good shaking,” muttered Smallbones.
But that Hope loved him ardently there was no doubt, however it might be explained.