But he is seven-and-twenty.

He is old enough to know better.

She made a fool of him, of course.

She made a greater one of me once, for I--married her." Lord Newhaven reviewed with a dispassionate eye his courtship and marriage.
"A wood anemone," he said to himself; "I likened her to a wood anemone.
Good Lord! And I was thirty years of age, while this poor devil is twenty-seven." Lord Newhaven stopped short with fixed eyes.
"I believe I should have to let him off," he said, half-aloud.

"I believe I would let him off if I was not as certain as I stand here that he will never do it.".