He had been one of the adorers--as what man would not be!--and upon her at least (he could hardly love her husband) he had not wreaked his disappointment.

A young man of huge wealth, having nothing to do but fatten his whims, is the monster a rich country breeds under the blessing of peace.

His wife, if a match for him, has her work traced out:--mean work for the child of their father, Chillon thought.

She might be doing braver, more suitable to the blood in her veins.

But women have to be considered as women, not as possible heroines; and supposing she held her own with this husband of hers, which meant, judging by the view of their unfolded characters at present, a certain command of the freakish beast; she, whatever her task, would not be the one set trotting.