 You are unhappy, my son. Not for myself, Father. I've never known such happiness as I've enjoyed here. It's as if I'd been searching for a long, long time. Blast, I've come to the end of that search. Then it is for the others you are unhappy. For one of them. The other two are quite content, it seems. Yes, Miss Sprinkler wishes to convert us. Mr. Barnard would also like to convert us into a gold mining corporation.