He could not endure to live a coward in his own esteem.
He was unlike himself and very melancholy.

"It has been so good of you to remain here," he said to Sophie Mellerby.

They had now become intimate and almost attached to each other as friends.

If she had allowed a spark of hope to become bright within her heart in regard to the young Earl that had long since been quenched.

She had acknowledged to herself that had it been possible in other respects they would not have suited each other,--and now they were friends.
"I love your aunt dearly and have been very glad to be with her." "I wish you would learn to love somebody else dearly." "Perhaps I shall, some day,--somebody else; though I don't at all know who it may be." "You knew whom I mean." "I suppose I do." "And why not love him?
Isn't he a good fellow ?" "One can't love all the good fellows, Lord Scroope." "You'll never find a better one than he is." "Did he commission you to speak for him ?" "You know he didn't.