As he looked out upon the world half pityingly, half ironically, he was struck with wonder at the disproportion which was engendered by "having heart," as it was called.
He did not find it necessary.
Now that he had begun to think of marriage, who so suitable as Kathleen?
He knew of Fairing's adoration, but he took it as a matter of course that she had nothing to give of the same sort in return.

Her beauty was still serene and unimpaired.

He would not spoil it by the tortures of emotion.

He would try to make Kathleen's heart beat in harmony with his own; it should not thunder out of time.

He had made up his mind that he would marry her.
For Kathleen, with the great trial, the beginning of the end had come.
Charley's power over her was subtle, finely sensuous, and, in deciding, there were no mere heart-impulses working for Charley.