Better I than he; and I should make a worse of it--at least for myself.' 'Wouldn't the secret of his happiness interfere ?' 'If he has the secret inside his common sense.

The bulk of it I suspect to be, that he enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness; and so the secret pulls both ways.

One day a fit of pride may have him, or one of his warm impulses, and if he's taken in the tide of it, I shall grieve for the secret.' 'You like his wife, Philip ?' 'I respect her.

They came together,--I suppose, because they were near together, like the two islands, in spite of the rolling waves between.
I would not willingly see the union disturbed.

He warms her, and she houses him.