It appeared to Frank that Mr. Brookes had managed to help himself very
liberally indeed to all the good things in life; but with his false,
facile, Celtic nature, he had no difficulty in re-adjusting his ideas
and adopting a view of Mr. Brookes more in harmony with Willy's. He was,
as usual, enthusiastic about his friends, and was effervescing with love
and goodwill. He saw nothing of their faults--they were the best and
truest people he had ever known, and he could not love them too much.
Indeed he was angry, and regretted the limitations that nature has
set on the human heart, and would if he could have lost himself in one
immense and eternal love of the Brookeses.