He kept wondrous guard over her the first year.

He never had any young companions at the hotel; they were all antique like himself.

Paul, there is something which age refuses to understand.

Youth, like a flower, does not thrive in dusty nooks, in dark cellars." "How about mushrooms?
They grow in cellars; and the thought of them makes my mouth water." "Paul, you are unkind to laugh." "Have I not told you that I am drunk?
Go on." "Well, then, youth is like a flower; it must have air and sunshine, the freedom of its graceful stem.

Nature does not leap from May to December.