His wife now drove him to sin again.
She had given him a son.

That fluted of home and honourable life.

She had her charm, known to him alone.
But how, supposing she did not rub him to bristle with fresh irritations, how go to his wife while Henrietta held her throne?
Consideration was due to her until she stumbled.

Enough if she wavered.
Almost enough is she stood firm as a statue in the winds, and proved that the first page of her was a false introduction.

The surprising apparition of a beautiful woman with character; a lightly-thrilled, pleasure-loving woman devoted to her husband or protected by her rightful self-esteem, would loosen him creditably.