[Pain.] ... Pain is the shadow of happiness - the deeper it is the brighter is the light. ... I laughed about what you said about the faces of men who haven't a good time at home - the lawyers don't pity - I hate law and lawyers, and don't pity them a bit, but the clergy I am more sorry for, and sorry ... most of all for Boehm, whom I did heartily like and could have loved if we had been thrown much together. It was a nice face, wasn't it, and a personality that was fascinating; the brightest company and dearest way of laughing, and I was sorry for him from my heart ... he was manly and noble and it sickened him to let the life go by and be so little of what he could have been as an artist, for no one knew more than he what splendid work was or felt more humbled at all he had made of it - and I loved to meet him in the world which was about six times in our life. I never did a niceish picture without a letter from him warm-hearted and unstinted in praise, and he was tall, and slim, and wiry, and like a battered soldier, and I think he had "a turbulent head" and painful as it is for the poor body that bears it, it is fun for the beholder.