It is rather like that just now with Andrew Tallente.

A few more years and it will probably be like that with me." He threw his cigarette away as though the flavour had suddenly become distasteful and sat drumming with his fingers upon the table, his eyes fixed upon Nora.
"Tallente's position," he said thoughtfully, "one can understand.

He is married, isn't he, and with all the splendid breadth of his intellectual outlook he is still harassed by the social fetters of his birth and bringing up.

I can conceive Tallente as a person too highminded to seek to evade the law and too scornful for intrigue.

But you, Nora, how is it that your love brings you unhappiness?
You are young and free, and surely," he concluded, with a little sigh, "when you choose you can make yourself irresistible." She looked at him with a peculiar light in her eyes.
"I have proved myself very far from being irresistible," she declared.
"The man for whose love my whole being is aching to-day is absolutely unawakened as to my desirability.