The opportunities had been numberless.

Here, in this beech wood; near that thornbush; on the juniper slope; from the corner of chalk and sand in junction, to the corner of clay and chalk; all the length of the wooded ridge he had reminders of her presence and his priceless chances: and still the standard of his conduct said No, while his heart bled.
He felt that a chance had been.

More sagacious than Lady Dunstane, from his not nursing a wound, he divined in the abruptness of Diana's resolution to accept a suitor, a sober reason, and a fitting one, for the wish that she might be settled.

And had he spoken!--If he had spoken to her, she might have given her hand to him, to a dishonourable brute! A blissful brute.

But a worse than donkey.