It is gone, as if I had never had such a thought.
Poor child, to be sure; but that's all one can say.' His tone was as far from petulance as could be.

Hubert's emotions were never feebly coloured; his nature ran into extremes, and vehemence of scorn was in him the true voice of injured tenderness.

Of humility he knew but little, least of all where his affections were concerned, but there was the ring of noble metal in his self-assertion.

He would never consciously act or speak a falsehood, and was intolerant of the lies, petty or great, which conventionality and warped habits of thought encourage in those of weaker personality.
'Let us be just,' remarked Mr.Wyvern, his voice sounding rather sepulchral after the outburst of youthful passion.

'Mrs.Waltham's point of view is not inconceivable.