Then he saw with great pleasure that Lord Crosland contrived to be with her a good deal, that he even neglected the system for her.
But for all this pleasure, he was not quite easy in his mind; the knowledge that he had done his grand-uncle Bumpkin the service of saving him from such a son-in-law as Courtnay was a discomfort to him: he felt that this was a matter which must be set right, and he kept his eyes open for a chance.

He looked, too, for the return of Courtnay and Madame de Belle-Ile; but the days passed and they did not return.
One morning he found himself in an unhappy mood.

It seemed to him that his wits had come to a standstill; for three days no new mischief had come the way of his idle hands, and his regular, dally, mischievous practices had grown so regular as almost to have acquired the tastelessness of duties.

The peculiar brightness and gaiety of Monte Carlo life had begun to pall upon him.

Loneliness was eating into his soul; for of all the French boys who paraded the gardens of the Temple of Fortune, he could make nothing.