His noble earnestness, his fidelity, his gallant shielding of her, his generous conquest of his own wrong and his own pride for her sake, are simply honourable, manly, and true. Nothing less worthy can be seen through the lustre of such qualities in the commonest mechanic, nothing less worthy can be seen in the best-born gentleman.

There was so much salt in that thread about the poor casting decision.

These trains were ordered years before the pandemic, commissioned to tackle a problem that has (for now) gone away. Passenger numbers are no longer increasing at an unstoppable rate, driven by rising central London employment. The extra capacity is not currently needed.

Is my gloom, after all, Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?