He loves Nature too.

I rather envy him in some respects.

He and I are hunters of Wisdom on different tracks; and he, as he says, "waits for me." He's patient!' Ah, and I wanted to ask you,' Lord Fleetwood observed, bursting with it, 'I was puzzled by a name you write here and there near the end, and permit me to ask, it: Carinthia! It cannot be the country?
You write after, the name: "A beautiful Gorgon--a haggard Venus." It seized me.
I have had the face before my eyes ever since.

You must mean a woman.

I can't be deceived in allusions to a woman: they have heart in them.