But for his private happiness, how?
He spent this evening very idly, sometimes pacing his large, uncomfortable room, sometimes endeavouring to read one or other of certain volumes new from the circulating library.

Of late he had passed many such evenings, for it was very seldom that any one came to see him, and for the amusements of the town he had no inclination.

He was thinking much of Annabel; he could not imagine her other than calm, intellectual; he could not hear her voice uttering passionate words.

A great change must come over her before her reserved maidenliness could soften to such sweet humility.
And he had no faith in his power so to change her.
The next day was Thursday.

This and Sunday were his lecture days; his class met at half-past eight.