"We love him," she said to herself, "not because he is rich enough to marry without anxious thought, but because he dares to marry although he is not rich." And then she told herself that she was angry with the doctor.
After that Dr Crofts got off towards the door, and stood there by himself, leaning against the wall, with the thumbs of both his hands stuck into the armholes of his waistcoat.

People said that he was a shy man.

I suppose he was shy, and yet he was a man that was by no means afraid of doing anything that he had to do.

He could speak before a multitude without being abashed, whether it was a multitude of men or of women.

He could be very fixed too in his own opinion, and eager, if not violent, in the prosecution of his purpose.