Was he too old for hope?
Could he break away from the delights of his weakness, and grow into something stronger and better?
Could he so change the attitude of his soul that it should cease to be exigent and receptive, and become a positive, self-poised, and active force?
He sighed when these questions came to him, but he felt that Jim had helped him in many practical ways, and could help him still further.
A stranger, looking upon the group, would have found it a curious and interesting study.

Mr.Balfour was a tall, lithe man, with not a redundant ounce of flesh on him.

He was as straight as an arrow, bore on his shoulders a fine head that gave evidence in its contour of equal benevolence and force, and was a practical, fearless, straightforward, true man.

He enjoyed humor, and though he had a happy way of evoking it from others, possessed or exhibited very little himself.

Jim was better than a theater to him.