Most of us are so constituted that, at a certain pass, pleasure--of a sort--is to be derived from witnessing the anguish of a fellow creature.

In all save the grossly degenerate that pleasure, however, is short-lived.

Reflection follows, in which we cut to ourselves but a sorry figure.

With Charles Verity, reflection began to follow before he had spent many minutes in Damaris' sick-room.

For here the atmosphere was, at once, grave and tender, beautifully honest in its innocence of the things of the flesh .-- The woman had been inconceivably foolish, from every point of view.