Mr. Tracy Tupman—the too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and pardonable of human weaknesses—love.

“Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!”

“So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to …”

“I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, or…”

“I have been deceived, before, in the objects whom I have endeavoured to benefit…”