And up till now he had not tried very hard to make sure.

He was a person of infinite tact, and could boast with some truth that he had never done an abrupt or clumsy thing.

By this time his attitude of doubt had given a sort of metaphysical character to this interest of the senses; he was almost content to wait and let the world come round to him.

It was to be supposed that Mrs.Nevill Tyson, being Mrs.Nevill Tyson, would have fathomed him long ago if he had been of the same clay as her engaging husband.

He was of clay, no doubt, but it was not the same clay; and it was impossible to say how much she knew or had divined; other women were no rule for her, or else--No.