It is, it seems, the nature of your friends to laugh a great deal at things which they ought to remedy if they could; not laugh at them.

I thought that you wanted some strong stimulus to work; anybody could see that you were a man of kindly nature and good-breeding.

You were careful not to offend by anything that you wrote, and I was certain that you were a man of honor.

I trusted you, Arnold, before I saw your face, because I knew your soul." "Trust me still, Iris," he said in rather a husky voice.
"Of course I did not know, and never thought, what sort of a man you were to look at.

Yet I ought to have known that you were handsome.