He realized the situation and walked therein with wide and willing eyes.

It served his tender purpose; it would take him to the Harley house and throw him, perchance, into the society of Dorothy without that dulcet privilege being identified as the true purpose of his call.
One cannot but marvel that Richard should be at the trouble of so much difficult chicane.

It is strange that he should so entangle what might have been the simplest of love stories; for you may as well know here as further on that, had Richard laid bare the truth of himself, Mrs.
Hanway-Harley, far from fencing her daughter against him and his addresses, would have taken the door off its hinges to let him in.

But Richard, as was heretofore suggested, had been most ignorantly brought up, or rather had been granted no bringing up at all.

Moreover, in the sensitive cynicism of his nature, which made a laugh its armor and was harsh for fear of being hurt, our young Democritus had long ago bound himself with vows that he would accept no friendship, win no love, that did not come to him upon his mere and unsupported merits as a man.