'Our tastes often differ, but we are always at one in feeling.

We have been companions ever since I can remember.' 'Is your mother living ?' 'Yes.' Something in the tone of the brief affirmative kept Wilfrid from further questioning.
'I wonder,' he said, 'what you think of the relations existing between myself and my father.

We are excellent friends, don't you think?
Strange--one doesn't think much about such things till some occasion brings them forward.

Whether there is deep sympathy between us, I couldn't say.

Certainly there are many subjects on which I should not dream of speaking to him unless necessity arose; partly, I suppose, that is male reserve, and partly English reserve.