A man can sometimes hold his own with one woman, but never with two. - Jean Ingelow

Emily had not one of those poverty-stricken natures which are never glad excepting for some special reason drawing them above themselves. She was naturally joyous and happy, unless under the pressure of an active sorrow that shaded her sky and quenched her sunshine. She lived in an elevated region full of love and wonder, taking kindly alike to reverence and to hope; but she was seldom excited, her feelings were not shallow enough to be easily troubled with excitement, or made fitful with agitation.

A man's world, but woman bides her time.

[H]e could not escape thinking of her, being the slave for the moment of every pretty girl. Good young men generally are.