There was much that was good in it, but there were also faults (there are in some plays), and these I seized upon and made merry over.

I could hardly have dealt out to the piece more unnecessary bitterness had I been a professional critic.
As soon as I paused from my sport he rose, and, taking his manuscript from the table, tore it in two, and flung it in the fire--he was but a very young man, you must remember--and then, standing before me with a white face, told me, unsolicited, his opinion of me and of my art.

After which double event, it is perhaps needless to say that we parted in hot anger.
I did not see him again for years.

The streets of life are very crowded, and if we loose each other's hands we are soon hustled far apart.

When I did next meet him it was by accident.
I had left the Whitehall Rooms after a public dinner, and, glad of the cool night air, was strolling home by the Embankment.