In the intervals of occupation he led a lonely life in his little room.

It was a matter of secret wonder among the women in the servants' hall, considering his personal advantages and the opportunities which must surely have been thrown in his way, that he had never tempted fortune in the character of a married man.

Robert Moody entered into no explanations on that subject.

In his own sad and quiet way he continued to lead his own sad and quiet life.

The women all failing, from the handsome housekeeper downward, to make the smallest impression on him, consoled themselves by prophetic visions of his future relations with the sex, and predicted vindictively that "his time would come." "Well," said Lady Lydiard, "and what have you done ?" "Your Ladyship seemed to be anxious about the dog," Moody answered, in the low tone which was habitual to him.