It steals upon him more slowly, he is capable of disguising it to himself longer, of escaping from it into other interests.

Passion is in its ultimate essence the same, wherever it appears and under whatever conditions, but it possesses itself of human life in different ways.

Slowly, and certainly, the old primeval fire, the commonest, fatalest, divinest force of life, was making its way into Kendal's nature.

But it was making its way against antagonistic forces of habit, tradition, self-restraint,--it found a hundred other interests in possession;--it had a strange impersonality and timidity of nature to fight with.

Kendal had been accustomed to live in other men's lives.