Youth and manhood, they had been together when it was possible.

When it was not so the thought of each outtraveled separation.

Their differences, their varied colors of being, seemed but to bind them closer.

They entered this room like David and Jonathan.
Ian also was tall, but not so largely made as was the other.

Lithe, embrowned, with gold-bronze hair and eyes, knit of a piece, moving as by one undulation, there was something in him not like the Scot, something foreign, exotic.