And she was only one of thousands; thousands who have no portion of the hero's reward; for he may reckon on applause, and condolence, and sympathy, and honour; they, poor slaves! must look for nothing but the opposition of their own sex and the sneers of ours.

O, Sir Austin! had you not been so blinded, what an Aphorism might have sprung from this point of observation! Mrs.Doria was coolly told, between sister and brother, that during the Magnetic Age her daughter's presence at Raynham was undesirable.

Instead of nursing offence, her sole thought was the mountain of prejudice she had to contend against.
She bowed, and said, Clare wanted sea-air--she had never quite recovered the shock of that dreadful night.

How long, Mrs.Doria wished to know, might the Peculiar Period be expected to last?
"That," said Sir Austin, "depends.

A year, perhaps.