"A flush of colour sprang to Holmes's pale cheeks, and he bowed to us like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine, and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same singularity proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from popular notriety was capable of being moved to its depth by spontaneous wonder and praise from a friend."