I rejoice to think that he has left some one behind him.

Arnold, that face upon your canvas really has got eyes wonderfully like his, if it was not a mere fancy, when I saw it yesterday.

I am glad, I say, to give up everything to the child of Claude." "You think so kindly of him, Clara, who inflicted so much pain on you." "I can never think bitterly of Claude.

We were brought up together; we were like brother and sister; he never loved me in any other way.

Oh, I understood it all years ago.