"I hoped to make a man of him, after my own idea.

Well, well, we shall often see each other again, and who knows whether I mayn't be of use to him some day." "What a fine sensibility he has, together with his great intelligence!" was Iris Woolstan's comment in her own heart.

And she reproached herself for not having stood out against Wrybolt.
As he walked away from the house, Dyce wondered why he had told that lie about the friend at Alverholme.

Would it not have been better, from every point of view, to speak plainly of Connie Bride?
Where was the harm?
He recognised in himself a tortuous tendency, not to be overcome by reflection and moral or utilitarian resolve.

He could not, much as he desired it, be an entirely honest man.