And I don't lay myself out for them, you know.

I just feel that there _is_ something near me that I can't see, and that it's pleasant and friendly.

The thought is a happy one, and makes me enjoy the world I live in all the more." "Well, then, let us enjoy it together, and talk about orchids and tulips, and things we can see and handle," said St Aubyn, cheerfully.
"How's Aunt Charlotte, for instance?
Has she quite forgiven you for having saved her life ?" "Oh, quite, I think," replied Austin, his eyes twinkling.

"I believe she's almost grateful, for when she came back from town she presented me with a gold pencil-case.

She doesn't often do that sort of thing, poor dear, and I'm sure she meant it as a sign of reconciliation.