Eustace is an old friend of mine.

I congratulated him when I heard of his marriage.

May I make a confession ?--I envy him now I have seen his wife." The future of my life was perhaps in this man's hands.

I studied him attentively: I tried to read his character in his face.
The Major's sparkling little gray eyes softened as they looked at me; the Major's strong and sturdy voice dropped to its lowest and tenderest tones when he spoke to me; the Major's manner expressed, from the moment when I entered the room, a happy mixture of admiration and respect.

He drew his chair close to mine, as if it were a privilege to be near me.
He took my hand and lifted my glove to his lips, as if that glove were the most delicious luxury the world could produce.