He had enjoyed the best things of life, but they had not spoiled his sense of proportion.

His quality was a mixture of the effect of rich experience--oh, so easily come by!--with a modesty at times almost boyish; the sweet and wholesome savour of which--it was as agreeable as something tasted--lost nothing from the addition of a tone of responsible kindness.
"I like your specimen English gentleman very much," Isabel said to Ralph after Lord Warburton had gone.
"I like him too--I love him well," Ralph returned.

"But I pity him more." Isabel looked at him askance.

"Why, that seems to me his only fault--that one can't pity him a little.

He appears to have everything, to know everything, to be everything." "Oh, he's in a bad way!" Ralph insisted.
"I suppose you don't mean in health ?" "No, as to that he's detestably sound.