I seemed to be always seeing pictures, and my imagination was roused in a new direction.
We rode away under the trees.

My impression of the whole visit was unsatisfactory.

I had thought Mr.Currie Ghyrkins would be there, and that I would be able to engage him in a political discussion.

We could have talked income-tax, and cotton duties, and Kabul by the hour, and Miss Westonhaugh and Isaacs would have had a pleasant _tete-a-tete._ Instead of this I had been decidedly the unlucky third who destroys the balance of so much pleasure in life, for I felt that Isaacs was not a man to be embarrassed if left alone with a woman, or to embarrass her.
He was too full of tact, and his sensibilities were so fine that, with his easy command of language, he must be agreeable _quand meme_; and such an opportunity would have given him an easy lead away from the athletic Kildare, whom I suspected strongly of being a rival for Miss Westonhaugh's favour.

There is an easy air of familiar proprietorship about an Englishman in love that is not to be mistaken.