He admitted that the punishment was much more severe to him than it would be to an ordinary criminal, and had nothing but admiration for his brilliant gifts.
"It was a great pity," he said, "that Wilde ever got into prison, a great pity." I was pushing at an open door; besides the year or so which had elapsed since the condemnation had given time for reflection.

Still, Sir Ruggles Brise's attitude was extraordinary, sympathetic at once and high-minded: another true Englishman at the head of affairs: infinite hope in that fact, and solace.
I had stuck to my text that something should be done at once to give Oscar courage and hope; he must not be murdered or left to despair.
Sir Ruggles Brise asked me finally if I would go to Reading and report on Oscar Wilde's condition and make any suggestion that might occur to me.

He did not know if this could be arranged; but he would see the Home Secretary and would recommend it, if I were willing.

Of course I was willing, more than willing.

Two or three days later, I got another letter from him with another appointment, and again I went to see him.
He received me with charming kindness.