With all his good looks and good-nature, he was not perfect; he must have been very imperfect if he roguishly encouraged aims he never intended to be successful.

But did he not intend them to be successful?
People said he had no money, that he was wholly dependent upon his profession.

Madame--though perhaps some fourteen years his senior--was yet the sort of woman never to grow old, never to wither, never to break down.

They certainly were on good terms.

_He_ perhaps was not in love; but how many people ever _do_ love, or at least marry for love, in this world.