But the constancy of Mr.Eames's present love was doubted by none who knew him.

It was not that he went about with his stockings ungartered, or any of the old acknowledged signs of unrequited affection.

In his manner he was rather jovial than otherwise, and seemed to live a happy, somewhat luxurious life, well contented with himself and the world around him.

But still he had this passion within his bosom, and I am inclined to think that he was a little proud of his own constancy.
It might be presumed that when Miss Dale wrote to her friend Grace Crawley about going beyond friendship, pleading that there were so many "barriers," she had probably seen her way over most of them.

But this was not so; nor did John Eames himself at all believe that the barriers were in a way to be overcome.