By heavens, he had better not!" "But if he does, you'll be the first to forgive him." On hearing this the archdeacon slammed the door, and retired to his washing apparatus.

At the present moment he was very angry with his wife, but then he was so accustomed to such anger, and was so well aware that it in truth meant nothing, that it did not make him unhappy.

The archdeacon and Mrs.Grantly had now been man and wife for more than a quarter of a century, and had never in truth quarrelled.

He had the most profound respect for her judgment, and the most implicit reliance on her conduct.

She had never yet offended him, or caused him to repent the hour in which he had made her Mrs.
Grantly.