No sphere could be too dazzling for Paul; he was born to great things, the consciousness of his high destiny being at once her glory and her despair; but, as regards herself, her outlook on life was cool and sober.

Paul was peacock born; it was for him to strut about in iridescent plumage.

She was a humble daw and knew her station.

It must be said that Paul held out the stage as a career more on account of the social status that it would give to Jane than through a belief in her histrionic possibilities.

He too, fond as he was of the girl with whom he had grown up, recognized the essential difference between them.