He was my ideal at one time.

I almost worshipped him at Cambridge." "I love him still," said the Bishop.

"A cat may look at a king, so I suppose a poor crawler of a bishop may look at a man like Grenfell.
Don't you think, Wentworth, that sometimes a man who succeeds may have worked as nobly as a man who fails--you always speak so feelingly of failure, it is one of the many things I like about you.

Don't you think that perhaps sometimes success may be--I don't say it always is--as high-minded as failure, that a hard-won victory may be as honourable as defeat, that achievement may _sometimes_ be the result not of chance or interest, but of unremitting toil?
Don't you think you may be unconsciously cutting yourself adrift from Grenfell's friendship by attributing his success to unworthy means which a man like him could never have stooped to ?" "It is he who has cut himself adrift from me," said Wentworth icily.

"I have not changed." "That is just it.