As we walked along I reflected on a circumstance which all that I had lately heard about Strickland forced on my attention.Here,on this remote island,he seemed to have aroused none of the detestation with which he was regarded at home,but compassion rather;and his vagaries were accepted with tolerance.To these people,native and European,he was a queer fish,but they were used to queer fish,and they took him for granted;the world was full of odd persons,who did odd things;and perhaps they knew that a man is not what he wants to be,but what he must be.In England and France he was the square peg in the round hole,but here the holes were any sort of shape,and no sort of peg was quite amiss.I do not think he was any gentler here,less selfish or less brutal,but the circumstances were more favourable.If he had spent his life amid these surroundings he might have passed for no worse a man than another.He received here what he neither expected nor wanted among his own people－sympathy.

　　I tried to tell Captain Brunot something of the astonishment with which this filled me......