Her vocabulary in irony was a quiverful.

He admired her and liked her immensely; complaining only of her turn for unfeminine topics.

He pardoned her on the score of the petty difference rankling between them in reference to his abandonment of his Profession, for here she was patriotically wrong-headed.

Everybody knew that he had sold out in order to look after his estates of Copsley and Dunena, secondly: and in the first place, to nurse and be a companion to his wife.

He had left her but four times in five months; he had spent just three weeks of that time away from her in London.