He had received the domestic education of a prince.  Little princes abound in a land of heaped riches.  Where they have not to yield military service to an Imperial master, they are necessarily here and there dainty during youth, sometimes unmanageable, and as they are bound in no personal duty to the State, each is for himself, with full present, and what is more, luxurious, prospective leisure for the practice of that allegiance.  They are sometimes enervated by it:  that must be in continental countries.  Happily our climate and our brave blood precipitate the greater number upon the hunting-field, to do the public service of heading the chase of the fox, with benefit to their constitutions.  Hence a manly as well as useful race of little princes, and Willoughby was as manly as any.  He cultivated himself, he would not be outdone in popular accomplishments.  Had the standard of the public taste been set in philosophy, and the national enthusiasm centred in philosophers, he would at least have worked at books.  He did work at science, and had a laboratory.  His admirable passion to excel, however, was chiefly directed in his youth upon sport; and so great was the passion in him, that it was commonly the presence of rivals which led him to the declaration of love.

He knew himself, nevertheless, to be the most constant of men in his attachment to the sex.  He had never discouraged Laetitia Dale’s devotion to him, and even when he followed in the sweeping tide of the beautiful Constantia Durham (whom Mrs. Mountstuart called “The Racing Cutter"), he thought of Laetitia, and looked at her.  She was a shy violet.

Willoughby’s comportment while the showers of adulation drenched him might be likened to the composure of Indian Gods undergoing worship, but unlike them he reposed upon no seat of amplitude to preserve him from a betrayal of intoxication; he had to continue tripping, dancing, exactly balancing himself, head to right, head to left, addressing his idolaters in phrases of perfect choiceness.  This is only to say that it is easier to be a wooden idol than one in the flesh; yet Willoughby was equal to his task.  The little prince’s education teaches him that he is other than you, and by virtue of the instruction he receives, and also something, we know not what, within, he is enabled to maintain his posture where you would be tottering.

Urchins upon whose curly pates grave seniors lay their hands with conventional encomium and speculation, look older than they are immediately, and Willoughby looked older than his years, not for want of freshness, but because he felt that he had to stand eminently and correctly poised.

Hearing of Mrs. Mountstuart’s word on him, he smiled and said, “It is at her service.”

The speech was communicated to her, and she proposed to attach a dedicatory strip of silk.  And then they came together, and there was wit and repartee suitable to the electrical atmosphere of the dancing-room, on the march to a magical hall of supper.  Willoughby conducted Mrs. Mountstuart to the supper-table.