Soon coarse quips and rude jests ceased to shock him.

He thought to "see life" by seeing the wrecks of manhood and womanhood.

But does one study architecture by visiting hovels and squalid cabins?
Is not studying architecture seeing the finest mansions and galleries and cathedrals?
So to see life is to see manhood at its best and womanhood when carried up to culture and beauty.
Wasting his fortune this youth wasted also his friendships.

One man loved him for his father's sake.

For several years every Saturday night witnessed this man of oak and rock going from den to den looking for his old friend's boy.