But he was at bottom an affectionate-natured man, and he could not stifle the longing for sympathy which was his secret weakness, though his pride would never allow him to show it.

What did he care for his triumphs when he had nobody with whom to share them?
All he could share were their fruits, and these he gave away freely enough.

It was but little that Geoffrey spent upon his own gratification.

A certain share of his gains he put by, the rest went in expenses.

The house in Bolton Street was a very gay place in those days, but its master took but little part in its gaieties.
And what was the fact?
The longer he remained separated from Beatrice the more intensely did he long for her society.