Is not that a beautiful colour?
Does it not please the heart?
We have seen it all our lives, until it has grown in with our familiar thoughts.

Now,' changing his tone, 'suppose that sky to become suddenly of a live and fiery amber, like the colour of clear coals, and growing scarlet towards the top--I do not say it would be any the less beautiful; but would you like it as well ?' 'I suppose not,' answered Jean-Marie.
'Neither do I like you,' returned the Doctor, roughly.

'I hate all odd people, and you are the most curious little boy in all the world.' Jean-Marie seemed to ponder for a while, and then he raised his head again and looked over at the Doctor with an air of candid inquiry.

'But are not you a very curious gentleman ?' he asked.
The Doctor threw away his stick, bounded on the boy, clasped him to his bosom, and kissed him on both cheeks.

'Admirable, admirable imp!' he cried.