Living at Stratton, he had taught himself to think much of the quiet domesticities of life, and to believe that Florence Burton was fitter to be his wife than Julia Brabazon.

He told himself that he had done well to find this out, and that he had been wise to act upon it.

His wisdom had in truth consisted in his capacity to feel that Florence was a nice girl, clever, well-minded, high-principled, and full of spirit--and in falling in love with her as a consequence.

All his regard for the quiet domesticities had come from his love, and had had no share in producing it.

Florence was bright-eyed.