'I have always had a kind of respect for your father, for there is something remarkable in his appearance, something heroic, and I would fain have cultivated his acquaintance; the feeling, however, has not been reciprocated.

I met him, the other day, up the road, with his cane and dog, and saluted him; he did not return my salutation.' 'He has certain opinions of his own,' said the youth, 'which are widely different from those which he has heard that you profess.' 'I respect a man for entertaining an opinion of his own,' said the elderly individual.

'I hold certain opinions; but I should not respect an individual the more for adopting them.

All I wish for is tolerance, which I myself endeavour to practise.

I have always loved the truth, and sought it; if I have not found it, the greater my misfortune.' 'Are you happy ?' said the young man.
'Why, no! And, between ourselves, it is that which induces me to doubt sometimes the truth of my opinions.