February is certainly not a warm month; but with the rich it is generally a cosy, comfortable time.

Good fires, winter cheer, groaning tables, and warm blankets, make a fictitious summer, which, to some tastes, is more delightful than the long days and the hot sun.

And some marriages are especially winter matches.

They depend for their charm on the same substantial attractions: instead of heart beating to heart in sympathetic unison, purse chinks to purse.

The rich new furniture of the new abode is looked to instead of the rapture of a pure embrace.