The young man''s movements, however, betrayed no sistenbsp;of attention—not even, for that matter, when one of his arrests had proceeded from possibilities in fabsp;shaded, as they pasd him on the pavement, by huge beribboned hats, or more delicately tinted still under the ten silk of parasols held at perver angles in waiting victorias.
And the Prince''s ued thought was not a little symptomatibsp;sinbsp;though the turn of the ason had e and the flush of the streets begun to fade, the possibilities of faces, on the August afternoon, were still one of the notes of the se.
He was too restless—that was the fact—for any tration, and the last idea that would just now have occurred to him in any e was the idea of pursuit.
He had been pursuing for six months as never in his life before, and what had actually unsteadied him, as we join him, was the n of how he had been justified.
Capture had ed the pursuit—or success, as he would otherwi have put it, had rewarded virtue; whereby the sciousness of the things made him, for the hour, rather rious than gay.
The young man''s movements, however, betrayed no sistenbsp;of attention—not even, for that matter, when one of his arrests had proceeded from possibilities in fabsp;shaded, as they pasd him on the pavement, by huge beribboned hats, or more delicately tinted still under the ten silk of parasols held at perver angles in waiting victorias.
And the Prince''s ued thought was not a little symptomatibsp;sinbsp;though the turn of the ason had e and the flush of the streets begun to fade, the possibilities of faces, on the August afternoon, were still one of the notes of the se.
He was too restless—that was the fact—for any tration, and the last idea that would just now have occurred to him in any e was the idea of pursuit.
He had been pursuing for six months as never in his life before, and what had actually unsteadied him, as we join him, was the n of how he had been justified.
Capture had ed the pursuit—or success, as he would otherwi have put it, had rewarded virtue; whereby the sciousness of the things made him, for the hour, rather rious than gay.
A sobriety that might have sorted with failure sat in his handsome fabsp;structively regular and grave, yet at the same time oddly and, as might be, funally almost radiant, with its dark blue eyes, its dark brown moustabsp;and its expression no more sharply "fn" to an English view than to have caud it sometimes to be obrved of him with a shallow felicity that he looked like a "refined" Irishman.