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So
she
could
not
clearly
decide
whether
it
was
her
opinion
that
he
had
insulted
her
or
not
.
"
Was
ever
anything
so
odd
!
"
she
at
last
exclaimed
to
herself
,
in
her
own
room
.
"
And
was
ever
anything
so
meanly
done
as
what
I
did
—
to
skulk
away
like
that
from
a
man
who
was
only
civil
and
kind
!
"
Clearly
she
did
not
think
his
barefaced
praise
of
her
person
an
insult
now
.
It
was
a
fatal
omission
of
Boldwood
’
s
that
he
had
never
once
told
her
she
was
beautiful
.
Idiosyncrasy
and
vicissitude
had
combined
to
stamp
Sergeant
Troy
as
an
exceptional
being
.
He
was
a
man
to
whom
memories
were
an
incumbrance
,
and
anticipations
a
superfluity
.
Simply
feeling
,
considering
,
and
caring
for
what
was
before
his
eyes
,
he
was
vulnerable
only
in
the
present
.
His
outlook
upon
time
was
as
a
transient
flash
of
the
eye
now
and
then
:
that
projection
of
consciousness
into
days
gone
by
and
to
come
,
which
makes
the
past
a
synonym
for
the
pathetic
and
the
future
a
word
for
circumspection
,
was
foreign
to
Troy
.
With
him
the
past
was
yesterday
;
the
future
,
to
-
morrow
;
never
,
the
day
after
.
On
this
account
he
might
,
in
certain
lights
,
have
been
regarded
as
one
of
the
most
fortunate
of
his
order
.
For
it
may
be
argued
with
great
plausibility
that
reminiscence
is
less
an
endowment
than
a
disease
,
and
that
expectation
in
its
only
comfortable
form
—
that
of
absolute
faith
—
is
practically
an
impossibility
;
whilst
in
the
form
of
hope
and
the
secondary
compounds
,
patience
,
impatience
,
resolve
,
curiosity
,
it
is
a
constant
fluctuation
between
pleasure
and
pain
.
Sergeant
Troy
,
being
entirely
innocent
of
the
practice
of
expectation
,
was
never
disappointed
.
To
set
against
this
negative
gain
there
may
have
been
some
positive
losses
from
a
certain
narrowing
of
the
higher
tastes
and
sensations
which
it
entailed
.
But
limitation
of
the
capacity
is
never
recognized
as
a
loss
by
the
loser
therefrom
:
in
this
attribute
moral
or
æsthetic
poverty
contrasts
plausibly
with
material
,
since
those
who
suffer
do
not
mind
it
,
whilst
those
who
mind
it
soon
cease
to
suffer
.
It
is
not
a
denial
of
anything
to
have
been
always
without
it
,
and
what
Troy
had
never
enjoyed
he
did
not
miss
;
but
,
being
fully
conscious
that
what
sober
people
missed
he
enjoyed
,
his
capacity
,
though
really
less
,
seemed
greater
than
theirs
.
He
was
moderately
truthful
towards
men
,
but
to
women
lied
like
a
Cretan
—
a
system
of
ethics
above
all
others
calculated
to
win
popularity
at
the
first
flush
of
admission
into
lively
society
;
and
the
possibility
of
the
favour
gained
being
transitory
had
reference
only
to
the
future
.
He
never
passed
the
line
which
divides
the
spruce
vices
from
the
ugly
;
and
hence
,
though
his
morals
had
hardly
been
applauded
,
disapproval
of
them
had
frequently
been
tempered
with
a
smile
.
This
treatment
had
led
to
his
becoming
a
sort
of
regrater
of
other
men
’
s
gallantries
,
to
his
own
aggrandizement
as
a
Corinthian
,
rather
than
to
the
moral
profit
of
his
hearers
.
