That had been Mrs.Crawley's luck in life, and of course she bore it.

But she had also done much more than this.

She had striven hard to be contented, or, rather, to appear to be contented, when he had been most wretched and most moody.
She had struggled to conceal from him her own conviction as to his half-insanity, treating him at the same time with the respect due to an honoured father of a family, and with the careful measured indulgence fit for a sick and wayward child.

In all the terrible troubles of their life her courage had been higher than his.

The metal of which she was made had been tempered to a steel which was very rare and fine, but the rareness and fineness of which he had failed to appreciate.