The masculine impulse to shield and protect is very strongly developed in me." "It is sometimes difficult to guard people," said Michael half to himself.
"I hope some day," Wentworth went on shyly, colouring under his tan, "your turn may come, that you may meet the right woman, and feel as I do now.

It will be a revelation to you.

I am afraid it may seem exaggerated in a person like myself, who am essentially a man's man.

(This was a favourite illusion of Wentworth's.) But some day you will understand, and you will find as I have done that love is not just slothfully accepting a woman's slavish devotion." "Indeed!" "No, Michael, believe me, it is something far greater.

It is living not only for self, but as for her sake.