Men are saved in spite of themselves by the law of work.

Forty comes to a man of temperament, and then a passion for a cause seizes him, and he is safe.

A woman of temperament at forty is apt to cut across the bows of iron-clad convention and go down.

She has temperament, has my lady yonder, and I don't like the look of her eyes sometimes.

There's dark fire smouldering in them.