Up on the short grass in the cooler air, with nothing between him and those swarming stars, he lost his rage.

It never lasted long--hers was more enduring.

With the innate lordliness of a brother he already put it down to jealousy.

Sheila was hurt that he should want any one but her; as if his love for Nedda would make any difference to their resolution to get justice for Tryst and the Gaunts, and show those landed tyrants once for all that they could not ride roughshod.
Nedda! with her dark eyes, so quick and clear, so loving when they looked at him! Nedda, soft and innocent, the touch of whose lips had turned his heart to something strange within him, and wakened such feelings of chivalry! Nedda! To see whom for half a minute he felt he would walk a hundred miles.
This boy's education had been administered solely by his mother till he was fourteen, and she had brought him up on mathematics, French, and heroism.

His extensive reading of history had been focussed on the personality of heroes, chiefly knights errant, and revolutionaries.