He was in an easier mood than before, he chattered less extravagantly, and asked Rowland a number of rather naif questions about the condition of the fine arts in New York and Boston.

Cecilia, when he had gone, said that this was the wholesome effect of Rowland's praise of his statuette.
Roderick was acutely sensitive, and Rowland's tranquil commendation had stilled his restless pulses.

He was ruminating the full-flavored verdict of culture.

Rowland felt an irresistible kindness for him, a mingled sense of his personal charm and his artistic capacity.

He had an indefinable attraction--the something divine of unspotted, exuberant, confident youth.