Heigho! Those are lucky fellows that have no women falling in love with them.

It's a confounded responsibility.' At this point in his meditations he turned his head a little, so as to get a three-quarter view of his face.

Clearly it was the '_dono infelice della bellezza_' that laid these onerous duties upon him--an idea which naturally suggested that he should ring for his valet.
For the next few days, however, there was such a cessation of threatening symptoms as to allay the anxiety both of Captain Wybrow and Mr.Gilfil.
All earthly things have their lull: even on nights when the most unappeasable wind is raging, there will be a moment of stillness before it crashes among the boughs again, and storms against the windows, and howls like a thousand lost demons through the keyholes.
Miss Assher appeared to be in the highest good-humour; Captain Wybrow was more assiduous than usual, and was very circumspect in his behaviour to Caterina, on whom Miss Assher bestowed unwonted attentions.

The weather was brilliant; there were riding excursions in the mornings and dinner-parties in the evenings.

Consultations in the library between Sir Christopher and Lady Assher seemed to be leading to a satisfactory result; and it was understood that this visit at Cheverel Manor would terminate in another fortnight, when the preparations for the wedding would be carried forward with all despatch at Farleigh.