He knew that it would never be for him to hang up on the walls of a temple a well-worn lute as a votive offering when leaving the pursuits of love.

_Idoneus puellis_ he never could have been.

So he married Lady Glencora and was satisfied.
The story of Burgo Fitzgerald was told to him, and he supposed that most girls had some such story to tell.

He thought little about it, and by no means understood her when she said to him, with all the impressiveness which she could throw into the words, "You must know that I have really loved him." "You must love me now," he had replied with a smile; and then as regarded his mind, the thing was over.

And since his marriage he had thought that things matrimonial had gone well with him, and with her too.