He was greatly interested in what I said and began to ask many questions.

I told him with all the earnestness I could command of Bill's history and of his conversion to his present beliefs.

I found that Mr.Vedder had known Robert Winter very well indeed, and was amazed at the incident which I narrated of Bill Hahn's attempt upon his life.
I have always believed that if men could be made to understand one another they would necessarily be friendly, so I did my best to explain Bill Hahn to Mr.Vedder.
"I'm tremendously interested in what you say," he said, "and we must have more talk about it." He told me that he had now to put in an appearance at his office, and wanted me to go with him; but upon my objection he pressed me to take luncheon with him a little later, an invitation which I accepted with real pleasure.
"We haven't had a word about gardens," he said, "and there are no end of things that Mrs.Vedder and I found that we wanted to talk with you about after you had left us." "Well!" I said, much delighted, "let's have a regular old-fashioned country talk." So we parted for the time being, and I set off in the highest spirits to see something more of Kilburn.
A city, after all, is a very wonderful place.

One thing, I recall, impressed me powerfully that morning--the way in which every one was working, apparently without any common agreement or any common purpose, and yet with a high sort of understanding.

The first hearing of a difficult piece of music (to an uncultivated ear like mine) often yields nothing but a confused sense of unrelated motives, but later and deeper hearings reveal the harmony which ran so clear in the master's soul.
Something of this sort happened to me in looking out upon the life of that great city of Kilburn.