The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
But Maltravers was yet on the bridge, and, for a time, both mind and body were prostrate and enfeebled.

Cleveland had the sagacity to discover that the affections had their share in the change that he grieved to witness, but he had also the delicacy not to force himself into the young man's confidence.

But by little and little his kindness so completely penetrated the heart of his ward, that Ernest one evening told his whole tale.

As a man of the world, Cleveland perhaps rejoiced that it was no worse, for he had feared some existing entanglement perhaps with a married woman.

But as a man who was better than the world in general, he sympathised with the unfortunate girl whom Ernest pictured to him in faithful and unflattered colours, and he long forbore consolations which he foresaw would be unavailing.