"I must, even though I see how they distress you.

It is wonderful that you should mind so much, Everard, but you do, and I love you for it." "Mind ?" he groaned.

"Mind!" "You are so like him and yet so different," she went on meditatively.
"You drink so little wine, you are always so self-controlled, so serious.

You live as though you had a life around you of which others knew nothing.

The Everard I remember would never have cared about being a magistrate or going into Parliament.