He came up to him and took his arm affectionately.

The slightest allusion to his late disgrace would have made Eric flame out into passion; but Russell was too kind to allude to it then.

He talked as if nothing had happened, and tried to turn his friend's thoughts to more pleasant subjects.

Eric appreciated his kindness, but he was still sullen and fretful, and it was not until they parted that his better feelings won the day.

But when Russell said to him "Good bye, Eric," it was too much for him, and seizing Edwin's hand, he wrung it hard, and tears rushed to his eyes.
"Dear, good Edwin! how I wish I was like you.