I do not like to see pain; I never did.
For Dysart I have no use at all, but he is suffering, and it is difficult to contemplate any suffering unmoved.
"There was a letter at the club for me from Scott.

He says he's plugging away at the Rose-beetle's life history as a hors-d'oeuvre before tackling the appetising problem of his total extermination.
Dear old Scott! I never thought that the boy I fought in your garden would turn into a spectacled savant.

Or that his sister would prove to be the only inspiration and faith and hope that life holds for me! "I talked to Delancy.

He _is_ a good young man, as you've always insisted.

I know one thing; he's high-minded and gentle.