Our walk at the Linnisches Bad in the gay lamplight, his character, his conversation, even his appearance, begin to undergo a transformation in my mind.

After all, he was not _really_ dark--not one of those black men, against whom Barbara and I have always lifted up our testimonies; by daylight, I think his eyes would have been hazel.

He certainly was very easy to talk to.

One had not to pump up conversation for him, and I do not suppose that, _as men go_, he was _really_ very touchy.

One cannot expect everybody to be so jest-hardened and robustly good-tempered as the boys.