It is not, of course, that youth loves unhappiness, but the appearance of it, its supposed picturesque- ness.
Youth runs from what is pathetic, but hangs fondly upon pathos.
For youth believes in permanence. All, all is change. It was an evening during the winter holidays when Mrs. Lindley, coming to sit by the fire in her son's smoking-room, where Richard sat glooming, narrated her legend of the Devil of Lisieux. She was more than content with Cora's abandonment of him, though, as chivalrousness was not demanded of her, she would have preferred that he should have been the jilt. She thought Richard well off in his release, even at the price of all his savings.