I can lie down on the grass--in fine weather--and float along an African river, embracing all the natives I meet, as sensible of the deep silence and sketching the dense overhanging tropical growth as accurately as if I were there.

I don't know that it's of any direct use my doing so, but it's all I can do, and I do it thoroughly.

Then, for heaven's sake, having Harold Skimpole, a confiding child, petitioning you, the world, an agglomeration of practical people of business habits, to let him live and admire the human family, do it somehow or other, like good souls, and suffer him to ride his rocking-horse!" It was plain enough that Mr.Jarndyce had not been neglectful of the adjuration.

Mr.Skimpole's general position there would have rendered it so without the addition of what he presently said.
"It's only you, the generous creatures, whom I envy," said Mr.
Skimpole, addressing us, his new friends, in an impersonal manner.

"I envy you your power of doing what you do.