Oh, yes! He was there secure enough, untroubled in his grave.

In Malata.

To bury him was the last service Renouard had rendered to his assistant before leaving the island on this trip to town.
Like many men ready enough for arduous enterprises Renouard was inclined to evade the small complications of existence.

This trait of his character was composed of a little indolence, some disdain, and a shrinking from contests with certain forms of vulgarity--like a man who would face a lion and go out of his way to avoid a toad.

His intercourse with the meddlesome journalist was that merely outward intimacy without sympathy some young men get drawn into easily.