There had been some Americans calling on us that day--you remember--those charming Harvard people?
And somehow it recalled to us both what a fuss they had made with us--and how kind everybody was.

At least I suppose that was how Edward felt.

I know I did.' Manisty paused in his walk.

For the first time his dark whimsical face was crossed by an unwilling smile--slight but agreeable.
'It is the old story,' he said.

'Life would be tolerable but for one's virtues.