Could anything account for the behaviour of so manly and noble a gentleman ?--Rhetoric made the attempt, and Weyburn gave up the windy business.
Discovering that his fair partner of the wasting life was--he struggled to quench the revelation--Aminta, he stopped the dance.

If there was no gain in whirling fancifully with one of the sex, a spin of a minute with her was downright bankruptcy.
He was young, full of blood; his heart led him away from the door Lord Ormont had exposed; at which a little patient unemotional watchfulness might have intimated to him something besides the simple source of the old hero's complex chapter of conduct.

As it was, Weyburn did see the rancour of a raw wound in operation.

But he moralized and disapproved; telling himself, truly enough, that so it would not have been with him; instead of sounding at my lord's character, and his condition of the unjustly neglected great soldier, for the purpose of asking how that raw wound would affect an injured veteran, who compressed, almost repressed, the roar of Achilles, though his military bright name was to him his Briseis..