There may be some who have learned to love all the people of their own planet, but have not yet learned to look with patience upon those of Saturn or Mercury; while others there must be, who, wherever there is a creature of God's making, love each in its capacity for love--from the arch-angel before God's throne, to the creeping thing he may be compelled to destroy--from the man of this earth to the man of some system of worlds which no human telescope has yet brought within the ken of heaven-poring sage.

And to that it must come with every one of us, for not until then are we true men, true women--the children, that is, of him in whose image we are made.
Cosmo followed very willingly, longing for water and a clothes-brush rather than for food.

The cold and damp, fatigue and exposure of the night were telling upon him more than he knew, and all the time he was at work, he had been cramped by hitherto unknown pains in his limbs.
The gardener brought him to the half-ruinous wing already mentioned, to a small kitchen, opening under a great sloping buttress, and presented him to his wife, an English woman, some ten years younger than himself.

She received him with a dignified retraction of the feelers, but the moment she understood his needs, ministered to them, and had some breakfast ready for him by the time he had made his toilet.

He sat down by her little fire, and drank some tea, but felt shivery, and could not eat.