Heaven forbid that he should ever tie himself to the tame domestic female; and just as little could he seek for a mate among the women of society, the creatures all surface, with empty pates and vitiated blood.

No marriage for him, in the common understanding of the word.

He wanted neither offspring nor a 'home'.
Rhoda Nunn, if she thought of such things at all, probably desired a union which would permit her to remain an intellectual being; the kitchen, the cradle, and the work-basket had no power over her imagination.

As likely as not, however, she was perfectly content with single life--even regarded it as essential to her purposes.

In her face he read chastity; her eye avoided no scrutiny; her palm was cold.
One does not break the heart of such a woman.