What an opportunity would he not lose were he abroad?
She might even depart before we returned; and than that no greater calamity could just then befall him.

No, he would not stir a foot from the inn.

A fig for exercise! to the devil with health! who sought an appetite?
Not he.

He wished for no appetite--could contrive no base and vulgar appetite for food, whilst his soul, he swore, was being consumed by the overwhelming, all-effacing appetite to behold her.
Such meandering fools are most of us at nineteen, when the heart is young--a flawless mirror ready to hold the image of the first fair maid that looks into it through our eyes, and as ready--Heaven knows!--to relinquish it when the substance is withdrawn.
But I, who was not nineteen, and the mirror of whose heart--to pursue my metaphor--was dulled, warped, and cracked with much ill-usage, grew sick of the boy's enthusiasm and the monotony of a conversation which I could divert into no other channel from that upon which it had been started by a little slip of a girl with hair of gold and sapphire eyes--I use Andrea's words.

And so I rose, and bidding him take root in the tavern, if so it pleased his fancy, I left him there.
Wrapped in my cloak, for the air was raw and damp, I strode aimlessly along, revolving in my mind what had befallen at the Connetable that morning, and speculating upon the issue that this quaint affair might have.