And now again, since his return from Patagonia, that acquaintance had been renewed.
Quite lately, since the actual sale of that wig and gown had been effected, he had not been there so frequently as before, because Trevelyan had expressed his indignation almost too openly.
"That such a man as you should be so faint-hearted," Trevelyan had said, "is a thing that I can not understand." "Is a man faint-hearted when he finds it improbable that he shall be able to leap his horse over a house ?" "What you had to do had been done by hundreds before you." "What I had to do has never yet been done by any man," replied Stanbury.

"I had to live upon nothing till the lucky hour should strike." "I think you have been cowardly," said Trevelyan.
Even this had made no quarrel between the two men; but Stanbury had expressed himself annoyed by his friend's language, and partly on that account, and partly perhaps on another, had stayed away from Curzon Street.

As Nora Rowley had made comparisons about him, so had he made comparisons about her.

He had owned to himself that had it been possible that he should marry, he would willingly entrust his happiness to Miss Rowley.

And he had thought once or twice that Trevelyan had wished that such an arrangement might be made at some future day.