He had listened to my lectures and advice since childhood and had taken them kindly, because my authority grew out of my love for him and his love for me.

He was a boy when we left Styria, but he was a man when we were journeying down the Rhine.
Though the confidential relations between us had grown closer, my advice was gradually taking the form of consultation.

I did not seek his confidences, and he gave them more freely, if that were possible, than ever before.

I did not offer my advice so readily, but he sought it more frequently.

Max told me the sorrowful little story of the day, and I did not comment on it.