The fellow was in love, impetuously in love, resenting blindly the slightest advance of any other.
The thought rather pleased me, largely because of its absurdity.

It was, in my case at least, so utterly false, and unjustifiable.

To the ordinary mind, indeed, any such connection would be practically unthinkable.

Even had I been wild enough to dream of such a thing, the gulf existing between myself and Dorothy Fairfax was far too deep and wide ever to be spanned.

I had before me twenty years of servitude, and an unknown future; nor could I even conceive the possibility of any such thought ever entering her mind.