That was enough.
He did not very much care for the brilliant artifice, which Valentine had remarked with so much pleasure.

He did not specially note the peculiar effect of nature produced by the simplicity and thoughtful directness of the dialogue.

He only knew that he had seen somebody whose nature was akin to his own nature, although placed in different, perhaps more dramatic, circumstances.
Dr.Levillier combined, to some appreciable extent, the different joys of his two companions, and obtained another that was quite his own.

He had seen two horses running in double harness that night, the body and mind of the hero, and had taken delight in observing what had practically escaped the definite notice of his companions, the ingenuity and subtlety with which the author, without being obtrusive or insistent, had displayed their _liaison_; the effect of each upon the other, their answering excursions and alarums, their attempts at separate _amours_, _amours_ that always had an inevitable effect upon the one which the other had, for the moment, endeavoured to exclude from its life.

The doctor in him and the priest in him had both enjoyed a glorious evening of bracing activity.