What one's nearest friend thinks of one's wife is a vital question, and August was happier at this moment than he had ever been.
Andrew's pleasure at Julia's loving speech was the climax.
"Yes!" said the Philosopher, a little huskily.

"You want to sacrifice your pleasure by living in my gloomy old castle, and civilizing an old heathen like me.

You mustn't tempt me too far." "I don't see why you call it gloomy.

It wasn't only for your sake that I said it.

I think it is the nicest old house I ever saw.