He knew it during her absence at Exmouth, more still now that she was away in London.

It was with reluctance that he let her leave home, only his satisfaction in her intimacy with the Westlakes and his hopes for Alice induced him to acquiesce in her departure.

Yet he could show nothing of this.

A lack of self-confidence, a strange shyness, embarrassed him as often as he would give play to his feelings.

They were intensified by suppression, and goaded him to constant restlessness.