human
And the worst of it is, we don't realise what our friends are until we lose them,
gpt
No, indeed we don't. One sees one's own unworthiness now, when it is too late--when the remembrance of what he was makes a barrier for ever----
human
A barrier--yes, of course; but a bond, too. This was a state of mind which Honour could thoroughly understand and appreciate. A life-long romantic friendship, absolutely precluded from becoming anything more, was just what appealed to her. It suggested what may be termed the Rolandseck ideal--the hero retiring from the world to an eligible hermitage, affording an extensive view of a desirably situated nunnery, where the heroine was similarly secluded--which, with its peculiar blending of religion and sentimentality, animated so many of her favourite books.
gpt
We can never forget that we have both known him, can we? You will tell me more about him, and we will keep his memory alive when all the world has forgotten him.