I mean to be happy, but I certainly shall not be dull if I can help it." "I was wrong to say that," said Bernard, "because, after all, my dear young lady, there must be an excitement in having so kind a husband as you have got.

Gordon's devotion is quite capable of taking a new form--of inventing a new kindness--every day in the year." Blanche looked at him an instant, with less than her usual consciousness of her momentary pose.
"My husband is very kind," she said gently.
She had hardly spoken the words when Gordon came in.

He stopped a moment on seeing Bernard, glanced at his wife, blushed, flushed, and with a loud, frank exclamation of pleasure, grasped his friend by both hands.
It was so long since he had seen Bernard that he seemed a good deal moved; he stood there smiling, clasping his hands, looking him in the eyes, unable for some moments to speak.

Bernard, on his side, was greatly pleased; it was delightful to him to look into Gordon's honest face again and to return his manly grasp.

And he looked well--he looked happy; to see that was more delightful yet.