No man or woman could look into his deep eye and not know that when love came to him 'twould be a burning passion, and an evil fate if it went ill instead of happily.
"Being past his callow, youthful days, 'tis time he made some woman a duchess," Dunstanwolde said reflectively once to his wife.

"'Twould be more fitting that he should; and it is his way to honour his house in all things, and bear himself without fault as the head of it.

Methinks it strange he makes no move to do it." "No, 'tis not strange," said my lady, looking under her black-fringed lids at the glow of the fire, as though reflecting also.

"There is no strangeness in it." "Why not ?" her lord asked.
"There is no mate for him," she answered slowly.

"A man like him must mate as well as marry, or he will break his heart with silent raging at the weakness of the thing he is tied to.