Julian, on the other hand, was brown, with bright, eager eyes, and the expression of one who was above all things intensely human.

Valentine had ever been, and still remained, to him a perpetual wonder, a sort of beautiful mystery.

He actually reverenced this youth who stood apart from all the muddy ways of sin, too refined, as it seemed, rather than too religious, to be attracted by any wile of the devil's, too completely artistic to feel any impulse towards the subtle violence which lurks in all the vagaries of the body.

Valentine was to Julian a god, but in their mutual relations this fact never became apparent.

On the contrary, Valentine was apt to look up to Julian with admiration, and the curious respect often felt by those who are good by temperament for those who are completely human.