It seemed as if John Saltram put away every thought of self in his perfect sympathy with the thoughts and feelings of the traveller.

They dined together, and it was dusk when they wished each other good-bye on the deck of the vessel.
"Good-bye, Gilbert, and God bless you! If--if anything should happen to me--if I should have gone to the bad utterly before you come back, you must try to remember our friendship of the past.

Think that I have loved you very dearly--as well as one man ever loved another, perhaps." "My dear John, you have no need to tell me to think that.

Nothing can ever weaken the love between us.

And you are not likely to go to the bad.
Good bye, dear old friend.