Those from whom others need much, learn perforce, whether they will or no, to what heights, to what depths human nature can climb and--fall.

But Wentworth was not a person on whom others made large demands.

But if his love for Michael had been his one tangible happiness, it had become now his one real pain.
Contrary to all his habits, he sat on, hour after hour, motionless, inert, watching the cloud shadows pass across the down.

He tried to rouse himself.

He told himself that he must settle back into his old occupations.