After that he walked out by moonlight round the house, wandering about the garden and farmyard, and down through the avenue, having in his own mind some pretence of the watchfulness of ownership, but thinking little of his property and much of his love.

Here was a thing that he desired with all his heart, but it seemed to be out of his reach,--absolutely out of his reach.

He was sick and weary with a feeling of longing,--sick with that covetousness wherewith Ahab coveted the vineyard of Naboth.

What was the world to him if he could not have this thing on which he had set his heart?
He had told his sister that he would not break his heart; and so much, he did not doubt, would be true.

A man or woman with a broken heart was in his estimation a man or woman who should die of love; and he did not look for such a fate as that.