Yet the man who loves a woman has to the full the husband's jealousy of her good name.

And a lover, that without the claims of the alliance, can be wounded on her behalf, is less distracted in his homage by the personal luminary, to which man's manufacture of balm and incense is mainly drawn when his love is wounded.

That contemplation of her incomparable beauty, with the multitude of his ideas fluttering round it, did somewhat shake the personal luminary in Redworth.

He was conscious of pangs.

The question bit him: How far had she been indiscreet or wilful?
and the bite of it was a keen acid to his nerves.