And I can't tell you how glad we were to see each other! I knew in a moment that he had really forgiven me--and I have always wanted to be assured of that.

How thoroughly good and straightforward he is! I'm sure we shall be friends all our lives." "I agree with you," he said, "that there's no better fellow living.
Till now, I can't see a sign of his being spoilt by success.

And spoilt in the worst sense, I don't think he ever will be, happen what may, there's a simplicity about him which makes his safeguard.

But, as for his painting--well, I can't be so sure, I know little or nothing about it, but it's plain that he no longer takes his work very seriously.

It pleases people--they pay large prices for it--where's the harm?
Still, if he had some one to keep a higher ideal before him--" He broke off, with a vague gesture.