If he was consideringly disposed, something told him, here was occupation enough for a succession of days.

It may be added, in summary fashion, that the imagination of loving--as distinguished from that of being loved--had still a place in his reduced sketch.

He had only forbidden himself the riot of expression.

However, he shouldn't inspire his cousin with a passion, nor would she be able, even should she try, to help him to one.
"And now tell me about the young lady," he said to his mother.

"What do you mean to do with her ?" Mrs.Touchett was prompt.