He was thoroughly unhappy.

What was he to do for a week with such a houseful of people?
And then, what was he to do for all his life if the presiding spirit of the house was to be such a one as this?
She was very beautiful,--certainly.

So he told himself; and yet as he walked round the park he almost repented of what he had done.

But after twenty minutes' fast walking he was able to convince himself that all the fault on this occasion lay with the mother.

Lady Augustus had been fatigued with her journey and had therefore made everybody near her miserable..