He always seemed to approve of my desire to give away in charity, and, within bounds, always furthered such plans of doing good.

He said he would look into it, and would write me word next week what his impression was; and then, I think, he meant to go away.
Then I began talking on every subject I could think of, hoping some of the roads would lead to Rome.

But none of them led there, and I was in despair.
"Oh, don't you want to look at some photographs ?" I said, at last, thinking I saw an opening for my wedge.

I got the package, and he came to the table and looked at them, standing up.

They were naturally of much more interest to me than to him, being of places and people with which I had so lately been familiar.
But he looked at them very kindly, and asked a good many questions about them.
"Look at this," I said, handing him an Antwerp peasant-woman in her hideous bonnet.