Her daughters were around her.

Olivia was reading a novel, Augusta was crossing a note to her bosom friend in Baker Street, and Netta was working diminutive coach wheels for the bottom of a petticoat.

If the bishop could get the better of his wife in her present mood, he would be a man indeed.

He might then consider the victory his own forever.
After all, in such cases the matter between husband and wife stands much the same as it does between two boys at the same school, two cocks in the same yard, or two armies on the same continent.

The conqueror once is generally the conqueror forever after.