Tenderly cared for and petted by her father, her spirit had been, in a measure, sustained by love as an aliment.
One like Madeline is not fit to be the wife of such a man as Edward Leslie.

For him, a cold, calculating woman of the world were a better companion.

One who has her own selfish ends to gain; and who can find, in fashion, gaiety, or personal indulgence, full compensation for a husband's love.
Madeline was scarcely the bride of a week, ere shadows began to fall upon her heart; and the form that interposed itself between her and the sunlight, was the form of her husband.

As a daughter, love had ever gone forth in lavish expression.

This had been encouraged by all the associations of home.