I have known him impress or convert the most unlikely people--by nothing but a bare sincerity.

Just now--while the servants were handing champagne--he and I were standing a little way off under the gallery.

His eyes are weak, and he can't bear the glare of all these lights.

Suddenly he told me the story of his father's death." She paused, and drew her hand across her eyes.

Diana saw that they were wet.