Evan thought it good that Rose should lift her head to look at him; nevertheless, he knew that Rose would turn from him the moment he descended from his superior station.

Nature is wise in her young children, though they wot not of it, and are always trying to rush away from her.

They escape their wits sooner than their instincts.
But was not Rose involved in him, and part of him?
Had he not sworn never to renounce her?
What was this but a betrayal?
Go on, young man: fight your fight.

The little imps pluck at you: the big giant assails you: the seductions of the soft-mouthed siren are not wanting.

Slacken the knot an instant, and they will all have play.