So be it.

Each must love in his own way.

"Air and water--air and water!" the Vicomte had cried when he saw the men at work under my directions.
"You Englishmen are mad on the subject." While I was engaged in these thoughts the old gentleman came to my room, and in the next few minutes made known to me a new and unsuspected side of his character.

His manner was singularly alert.

He seemed to be years younger.
"I said I should want a man at my side--young and strong," he began, seating himself.