Toleration is the very word--it delightfully expresses my feelings towards him.

He is a perfectly harmless creature, who affects immense depth of insight into human affairs, and who cannot see an inch before his face.

Dear me! yes, I shall always tolerate Del Ferice, poor fellow!" "You may not be called upon to do so much longer," replied Valdarno.
"They say he is in a very dangerous condition." "Ah!" ejaculated Astrardente, putting up his eyeglass at his companion.
"Ah, you don't say so!" There was something so insolent in the old man's affected stare that even the foolish and good-natured Valdarno lost his temper, being already somewhat irritated.
"It is a pity that you should be so indifferent.

It is hardly becoming.
If you had not tolerated him as you have, he might not be lying there at the point of death." Astrardente stared harder than ever.
"My dear young friend," he said, "your language is the most extraordinary I ever heard.

How in the world can my treatment of that unfortunate man have had anything to do with his being wounded in a duel ?" "My dear old friend," replied Valdarno, impudently mimicking the old man's tone, "your simplicity surpasses anything I ever knew.