I am as safe here as I should be in my father's house.

All the pitfalls and snares are to be seen by any one who wishes to see them.

It is the sleeping spider that catches the fly, not your bold, brazen hunter, clumsily alert." I did not want to be preaching constantly to Frances, so we talked on other subjects till we reached my uncle's house, where I remained, singing, dancing, and very merry with Frances, Sarah, and Churchill, till we heard the night watch call, "One o'clock and raining!" Churchill and I slept at Sir Richard's and returned to Whitehall the next morning.
During the following week I went to see Betty frequently under the pretence of wishing to see Hamilton, but she told me (honestly, I believed) that he had left the Old Swan and that she did not know where he was.

So I repeated my visits every day, each visit growing longer and I growing fonder.

Betty, too, seemed to be looking for my visits with a degree of pleasure that both pleased and grieved me, for with all my longing for the girl, I never lost sight of the fact that if I were the right sort of man, I should not wish to gain her love to an extent that would mean sorrow to her.
If I were the right sort of man?
The question has always set me wondering.