He had not known that he needed love.

Nor did he know it now.

He merely saw it in operation, and thrilled to it, and thought it fine, and high, and splendid.
He was glad that Mr.Morse was not there.

It was difficult enough getting acquainted with her, and her mother, and her brother, Norman.
Arthur he already knew somewhat.

The father would have been too much for him, he felt sure.