Ships, certainly, are liable to casualties, which sometimes make terribly evident some flaw in their construction that would never have been discoverable in smooth water; and many a "good fellow," through a disastrous combination of circumstances, has undergone a like betrayal.
But we have no fair ground for entertaining unfavourable auguries concerning Arthur Donnithorne, who this morning proves himself capable of a prudent resolution founded on conscience.

One thing is clear: Nature has taken care that he shall never go far astray with perfect comfort and satisfaction to himself; he will never get beyond that border-land of sin, where he will be perpetually harassed by assaults from the other side of the boundary.

He will never be a courtier of Vice, and wear her orders in his button-hole.
It was about ten o'clock, and the sun was shining brilliantly; everything was looking lovelier for the yesterday's rain.

It is a pleasant thing on such a morning to walk along the well-rolled gravel on one's way to the stables, meditating an excursion.

But the scent of the stables, which, in a natural state of things, ought to be among the soothing influences of a man's life, always brought with it some irritation to Arthur.