Young Maxwell must be considered.
For all this, the mother and wife, when the black letter found them in the morning at breakfast, had burst into a fit of grief, and faltered that she wept for a father.

Mrs.Andrew, to whom the letter was addressed, had simply held the letter to her in a trembling hand.

The Major compared their behaviour, with marked encomiums of Mrs.Andrew.
Now this lady and her husband were in obverse relative positions.

The brewer had no will but his Harriet's.

His esteem for her combined the constitutional feelings of an insignificantly-built little man for a majestic woman, and those of a worthy soul for the wife of his bosom.
Possessing, or possessed by her, the good brewer was perfectly happy.
She, it might be thought, under these circumstances, would not have minded much his hearing what he might hear.