Nay, I have done so myself all but hourly.

Ah, Charley, you will never know how truly I love you.' Charley's heart was as soft as it was inflammable.

He was utterly unable to resist such tenderness as Mrs.Woodward showed to him.
He had made a little resolution to be stiff and stern, to ask for no favour and to receive none, not to palliate his own conduct, or to allow Mrs.Woodward to condemn it.

He had felt that as the Woodwards had given him up, they had no longer any right to criticize him.

To them at least, one and all, to Mrs.Woodward and her daughters, his conduct had been _sans reproche_.