Enamoured young men have these notions.

Ordinarily Evan had sufficient common sense and was as prosaic as mankind could wish him; but he has had a terrible fall in the morning, and a young woman rages in his brain.

Better, indeed, and 'more manly,' were he to strike and raise huge bosses on his forehead, groan, and so have done with it.

We must let him go his own way.
At the door he was met by the Countess.

She came into the room without a word or a kiss, and when she did speak, the total absence of any euphuism gave token of repressed excitement yet more than her angry eyes and eager step.