All this admitted, Newman enjoyed his journey, when once he had fairly entered the current, as profoundly as the most zealous dilettante.

One's theories, after all, matter little; it is one's humor that is the great thing.

Our friend was intelligent, and he could not help that.

He lounged through Belgium and Holland and the Rhineland, through Switzerland and Northern Italy, planning about nothing, but seeing everything.

The guides and valets de place found him an excellent subject.