He bore him no ill-will, he wished him well, he was under essential obligations to him, and Samuel Brohl was no ingrate.
"Ah! well, my poor friend, I am here," he said, in that mute language that phantoms understand.

"I have taken your place, and almost your form; I play your part in the great fair of this world, and, although your noble body has rested for four years, six feet underground, thanks to me you still live.

I always have had a most sincere admiration for you.

I considered you a phenomenon, a prodigy.

You were courageous, devoted, generosity itself; you esteemed honour above all the gold deposits in California; you detested all coarse thoughts and doubtful actions; your mother had nourished you in all sublime follies.