"I want to live among people now, in cities, and hear what they say and do what they do.

I love them." And he waved his hand to the lights of the town in the valley below us, as a sign of farewell.
At last we drove into the dark gates of Tredennis, and drew up before the house.
Arthur came out to meet us.

"Where is Edward ?" he said.
The boy sprang out to meet him, and would have kissed him; but Arthur just grasped his hand, retaining it for a moment, and then let him go.

The boy kept close to him, examining him attentively, when we got inside the house, with restless, affectionate glances.
"What makes you so pale ?" he said.
"Ah!" said Arthur, with a smile, "no one else can tell except ourselves what makes our face so white; but you will be white like this soon," he said: "it is our dark English days, not like your Persian sun." "Then I shall be glad to be like that," said the boy, "if that is how the English look." He went off on a tour of exploration about the house, soon discovering his room, with which he was enraptured.
In the garden, later on in the evening, he came to Arthur with a letter in his hand.

"This is for you," he said.