For what, for whom indeed but himself and the high advantages attached, was he about to marry an extraordinarily charming girl, whose "prospects," of the solid sort, were as guaranteed as her amiability?
He wasn't to do it, assuredly, all for her.

The Prince, as happened, however, was so free to feel and yet not to formulate that there rose before him after a little, definitely, the image of a friend whom he had often found ironic.

He withheld the tribute of attention from passing faces only to let his impulse accumulate.

Youth and beauty made him scarcely turn, but the image of Mrs.Assingham made him presently stop a hansom.

HER youth, her beauty were things more or less of the past, but to find her at home, as he possibly might, would be "doing" what he still had time for, would put something of a reason into his restlessness and thereby probably soothe it.