There was comparatively little affectation in his manner, and none in his aspect; his voice rang with a sincerity which claimed serious audience, and his eyes had something more than surface gleamings.

Possibly he belonged to the unclassed and the unclassable, in which case the interest attaching to him was of the highest kind.
"Subsequent reflection," returned Elgar, "has, at all events, enabled me to see myself as I then was; and I suppose self-knowledge is the best result of travel." "If one agrees that self-knowledge is ever a good at all," said the speculative lady, with her impartial smile.
"To be sure." Elgar looked keenly at her, probing the significance of the remark.

"The happy human being will make each stage of his journey a phase of more or less sensual enjoyment, delightful at the time and valuable in memory.

The excursion will be his life in little.

I envy him, but I can't imitate him." "Why envy him ?" asked Eleanor.
"Because he is happy; surely a sufficient ground." "Yet you give the preference to self-knowledge." "Yes, I do.