The owner has it when he wants it, and it serves its turn.

But, nevertheless, according to my thinking, the fullest flavour of the sun is given to that other fruit,--is given in the sun's own good time, if so be that no ungenial shade has interposed itself.

I like the smack of the natural growth, and like it, perhaps, the better because that which has been obtained has been obtained without favour.
But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes when women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master of his limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among beautiful women.

He enjoys all the triumphs of a Don Juan, without any of Don Juan's heartlessness, and is able to conquer in all encounters, through the force of his wit and the sweetness of his voice.

But this eloquence is heard only by his own inner ears, and these triumphs are the triumphs of his imagination.
The true hobbledehoy is much alone, not being greatly given to social intercourse even with other hobbledehoys--a trait in his character which I think has hardly been sufficiently observed by the world at large.