I dare say I blushed, for I had been comparing him to the admirable Harley in the Critic, and had christened him Don Ferolo Whiskerandos.
He spoke in a voice exceedingly soft and pleasant, and with a cordiality so simple and sincere, that my laughter shrank away ashamed, and gave place to a feeling much more respectful and friendly.

In youth, you see, one is touched by kindness.

A man of the world may, of course, be grateful or not as he chooses.
"I have heard of your kindness, sir," says he, "to my boy.

And whoever is kind to him is kind to me.

Will you allow me to sit down by you?
and may I beg you to try my cheroots ?" We were friends in a minute--young Newcome snuggling by my side, his father opposite, to whom, after a minute or two of conversation, I presented my three college friends.
"You have come here, gentlemen, to see the wits," says the Colonel.