Of all men living, he was the hardest to match with a woman--with a woman deserving him.
The train had quitted London.

Now for the country, now for free breathing! She who two days back had come from Alps, delighted in the look on flat green fields.

It was under the hallucination of her saying in flight adieu to them, and to England; and, that somewhere hidden, to be found in Asia, Africa, America, was the man whose ideal of life was higher than enjoyment.

His caged brute of a temper offered opportunities for delicious petting; the sweetest a woman can bestow: it lifts her out of timidity into an adoration still palpitatingly fearful.

Ah, but familiarity, knowledge, confirmed assurance of his character, lift her to another stage, above the pleasures.