Of course Evan knew that he was managed.  The memoirs of a managed man have yet to be written; but if he be sincere he will tell you that he knew it all the time.  He longed for the sugar-plum; he knew it was naughty to take it:  he dared not for fear of the devil, and he shut his eyes while somebody else popped it into his mouth, and assumed his responsibility.  Being man-driven or chicaned, is different from being managed.  Being managed implies being led the way this other person thinks you should go:  altogether for your own benefit, mind:  you are to see with her eyes, that you may not disappoint your own appetites:  which does not hurt the flesh, certainly; but does damage the conscience; and from the moment you have once succumbed, that function ceases to perform its office of moral strainer so well.

After all, was he not happier when he wrote himself tailor, than when he declared himself gentleman?

So he now imagined, till Rose, wishing him ‘Good night’ on the balcony, and abandoning her hand with a steady sweet voice and gaze, said:  ’How generous of you to forgive my friend, dear Evan!’ And the ravishing little glimpse of womanly softness in her, set his heart beating.  If he thought at all, it was that he would have sacrificed body and soul for her.

ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: 

A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin
A woman rises to her husband.  But a man is what he is
Abject sense of the lack of a circumference
Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse
Because men can’t abide praise of another man
Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover’s uneasy mind
But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself
Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve
Command of countenance the Countess possessed
Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel
English maids are domesticated savage animals
Every woman that’s married isn’t in love with her husband
Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are
Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help
Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception
Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her
He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered
I did, replied Evan.  ‘I told a lie.’ 
Is he jealous?  ‘Only when I make him, he is.’ 
Make no effort to amuse him.  He is always occupied
Married a wealthy manufacturer—­bartered her blood for his money
Notoriously been above the honours of grammar
Our comedies are frequently youth’s tragedies
Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds
Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience
Remarked that the young men must fight it out together
Rose was much behind her age
Rose! what have I done?  ‘Nothing at all,’ she said