staked his all on the revelation the moment was to bring.  So little a thing!  His intellect weighed the littleness of it, but he had become level with it; he magnified it with the greatness of his desire, and such was his nature that the great desire of a thing withheld from him and his own, as he could think, made the world a whirlpool till he had it.  He waited, figureable by nothing so much as a wild horse in captivity sniffing the breeze, when the flanks of the quivering beast are like a wind-struck barley-field, and his nerves are cords, and his nostrils trumpet him:  he is flame kept under and straining to rise.

CHAPTER XVII

The baroness expected to see Alvan in the morning, for he kept appointments, and he had said he would come.  She conceived that she was independent of personal wishes on the subject of Clotilde; the fury of his passion prohibited her forming any of the wishes we send up to destiny when matters interesting us are in suspense, whether we have liberated minds or not.  She thought the girl would grant the interview; was sure the creature would yield in his presence; and then there was an end to the shining of Alvan!  Supposing the other possibility, he had shown her such fierce illuminations of eye and speech that she foresaw it would be a blazing of the insurrectionary beacon-fires of hell with him.  He was a man of angels and devils.  The former had long been conquering, but the latter were far from extinct.  His passion for this shallow girl had consigned him to the lower host.  Let him be thwarted, his desperation would be unlikely to stop at legal barriers.  His lawyer’s head would be up and armed astoundingly to oppose the law; he would read, argue, and act with hot conviction upon the reverse of every text of law.  She beheld him storming the father’s house to have out Clotilde, reluctant or conniving; and he harangued the people, he bore off his captive, he held her firmly as he had sworn he would; he defied authority, he was a public rebel—­he with his detected little secret aim, which he nursed like a shamed mother of an infant, fond but afraid to be proud of it!  She had seen that he aimed at standing well with the world and being one with it honourably:  holding to his principles of course:  but a disposition that way had been perceived, and the vision of him in open rebellion because of his shy catching at the thread of an alliance with the decorous world, carved an ironic line on her jaw.

Full surely he would not be baffled without smiting the world on the face.  And he might suffer for it; the Rudigers would suffer likewise.