I have seen him carry a tramp's squalling child up a steep hill and hand it to the mother at the top with the courtesy he would show to a duchess.
Elderly and plain women love him especially, because he is not aware that they are elderly and plain.

And men look up to him and admire him just as much after their fashion.
As I write I am in my own little morning-room at Brosna, which love has made beautiful for me.

Outside I see velvet lawns and bright flower-beds, and beyond the lawns and the ha-ha I can see in the park a herd of deer feeding.

At the moment it is quiet.

Then I hear the thud-thud of hoofs.