We are old college friends.

I owe him much, and in all his excitements he does not forget old friends.

There, you see--" and he opened a blotting book and pointed smiling to some closely written sheets lying within it--"is my last letter to him.

I often write two of those in the week, and he to me.

We don't agree on a number of things, but that doesn't matter." "What can you find to write about ?" she said wondering.