Nor did it ever occur to him to reflect that others, such as secret malice, jealousy and all uncharitableness on which his heart fed, might be much worse than the outrush of human passion in obedience to the almighty decree of Nature that is determined not to die.
These being his views, the feelings that the sight awoke in him of this pair declaring their holy love in the accustomed, human fashion, can scarcely be measured and are certainly beyond description.

Had he been another sort of man who had found some devil flogging a child to death, the rage and indignation aroused in his breast could not have been greater, even if it were his own child.
The one thing that Mr.Knight had feared for years was that Godfrey, who, as he knew, was fonder of Isobel than of any other living creature, should come to love her in a fuller fashion: Isobel, a girl who had laughed at and flouted him and once told him to his face that a study of his character and treatment of others had done more to turn her from the Christian religion than anything else.
In a sense he was unselfish in this matter, or rather his hate mastered his selfishness.

He knew very well that Isobel would be a great match for Godfrey, and he was by no means a man who underrated money and position and their power.

He guessed, too, that she really loved him and would have made him the best of wives; that with her at his side he might do almost anything in the world.

But these considerations did not in the least soften his loathing of the very thought of such a marriage.