‘You must leave all your wet things to be dried.’

‘O! entre frères!  In any boat-house in England we should find the same.’  (I cordially hope they might.)

‘En Angleterre, vous employez des sliding-seats, n’est-ce pas?’

‘We are all employed in commerce during the day; but in the evening, voyez-vous, nous sommes sérieux.’

These were the words.  They were all employed over the frivolous mercantile concerns of Belgium during the day; but in the evening they found some hours for the serious concerns of life.  I may have a wrong idea of wisdom, but I think that was a very wise remark.  People connected with literature and philosophy are busy all their days in getting rid of second-hand notions and false standards.  It is their profession, in the sweat of their brows, by dogged thinking, to recover their old fresh view of life, and distinguish what they really and originally like, from what they have only learned to tolerate perforce.  And these Royal Nautical Sportsmen had the distinction still quite legible in their hearts.  They had still those clean perceptions of what is nice and nasty, what is interesting and what is dull, which envious old gentlemen refer to as illusions.  The nightmare illusion of middle age, the bear’s hug of custom gradually squeezing the life out of a man’s soul, had not yet begun for these happy-starred young Belgians.  They still knew that the interest they took in their business was a trifling affair compared to their spontaneous, long-suffering affection for nautical sports.  To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying A