Meantime Wilfrid was leading a town-life and occasionally visiting Stornley.

He was certainly not in love with Lady Charlotte Chillingworth, but he was in harness to that lady.

In love we have some idea whither we would go: in harness we are simply driven, and the destination may be anywhere.

To be reduced to this condition (which will happen now and then in the case of very young men who are growing up to something, and is, if a momentary shame to them, rather a sign of promise than not) the gentle male need not be deeply fascinated.

Lady Charlotte was not a fascinating person.