Poor drunken old Hans, where in the world shall I find such another man as you were?
Where in the world shall I find so much love as filled the cup of that strange heart of yours?
I dare say it is a form of selfishness, but what every man desires is something that cares for him _alone_, which is just why we are so fond of dogs.

Now Hans was a dog with a human brain and he cared for me alone.

Often our vanity makes us think that this has happened to some of us in the instance of one or more women.

But honest and quiet reflection may well cause us to doubt the truth of such supposings.

The woman who as we believed adored us solely has probably in the course of her career adored others, or at any rate other things.
To take but one instance, that of Mameena, the Zulu lady whom Hans thought he saw in the Shades.