She found her husband in a dark reverie, a mood to which he often yielded, which she always did her best to banish.
"Do you think, Eustace," she asked, "that Mr.Quarrier will marry again ?" "Oh, some day, of course." "I shall be sorry.

There's something I have often meant to tell you about his wife; I will now." He looked up attentively.

Serena had never been admitted to his confidence regarding Lilian's story; to her, the suicide was merely a woful result of disordered health.
"But for her," she continued, smiling archly, "I should perhaps not have married you.

I was with doubts about myself and about you.

Then I went to Mrs.Quarrier, and--what a thing to do!--asked her what she thought of you! She told me, and I came away without a doubt left .-- That's why I cried so much when we heard of her death.