But he and I differ too widely in our outlook on life to remain really intimate.

He cares for the big things, ambition, popularity, a prominent position, luxury.

He will enjoy being a personage, and having wealth at his command.

For my part, I am afraid I care infinitely more for the small things of life, love, friendship, sympathy." "The _small_ things! Good Lord!" said the Bishop, and his jaw dropped.
He also dropped the subject.
"I ran up against Grenfell last week," he continued immediately.

"Do you see _him_ now?
You and he used to be inseparable at Cambridge." Wentworth became frigid.
Grenfell had accused him at their last meeting of being an old maid, an accusation which had wounded Wentworth to the quick, and which he had never forgotten or forgiven.