The knowledge he had gained, all practical, and, so to speak, for external application, could never become the burden of the philosopher; if he had any wisdom at all it consisted in the lack of self-consciousness, the animal acceptance of whatever good the hour might bring.

He and his bay cob were very much on the same footing; granted but a method of communication and they would have understood each other.

Even so with his "bow-wows," as he called them.

He rose superior to horse and dog mainly in that one matter of desire for a certain kind of female companionship; and this strain of idealism, naturally enough, was the cause of almost the only discontent he ever knew.
Joyously he rattled about the highways and by-ways of greater London.
The position he had now obtained was to become a "permanency"; to Quodling & Son he could attach himself, making his services indispensable.

One of these days--not just yet--he would look in at Mrs.Clover's and see whether she still kept in the same resentful mind towards him.