Handsome, poor, enthusiastic, and none too able, he was simple and straightforward, and might be depended on till the end of the chapter.

And the end of it was, that in so far as she had ever felt real sentiment for anybody, she felt it for Tom Fairing of the Royal Fusileers.

It was not love she felt in the old, in the big, in the noble sense, but it had behind it selection and instinct and natural gravitation.
Fairing declared his love.

She would give him no answer.

For as soon as she was presented with the issue, the destiny, she began to look round her anxiously.