Now the fact was, he happened to be entirely mistaken. I did not⁠—could not⁠—estimate the admiration or the good opinion of tomorrow’s audience at the same rate he did. Had that audience numbered as many personal friends and acquaintance for me as for him, I know not how it might have been: I speak of the case as it stood. On me school-triumphs shed but a cold lustre. I had wondered⁠—and I wondered now⁠—how it was that for him they seemed to shine as with hearth-warmth and hearth-glow. He cared for them perhaps too much; I , probably, too little. However, I had my own fancies as well as he. I liked, for instance, to see M. Emanuel jealous; it lit up his nature, and woke his spirit; it threw all sorts of queer lights and shadows over his dun face, and into his violet-azure eyes (he used to say that his black hair and blue eyes were “ une de ses beautés