Mike and Henry loved each other, it would appear, less for any correspondence in dispositions or tastes, as just because they were Mike and Henry.

Right away down in their natures there was evidently some central affinity which operated even in spite of surface contradictions.

There was much of this intrinsic quality in the affection of Henry and Ned also, but it was much more to be accounted for by evident mutual sympathies.

It was largely the impassioned fellowship of two craftsmen in love with the same art.

Both had their literary ambitions; but, irrespective of those, they both loved poetry.