He was too cold and selfish to be able fully to appreciate her character or relation to him as a wife.
Yet, for all this change--though the long drooping form of Mrs.
Leslie regained something of its erectness, and her exhausted system a degree of tension--the shadow passed not from her heart or brow; nor did her cheeks grow warm again with the glow of health.

The delight of her life had failed; and now, she lived only for the children whom God had given her.
A man of Mr.Leslie's stamp of character too rarely grows wiser in the true sense.

Himself the centre of his world, it is but seldom that he is able to think enough out of himself to scan the effect of his daily actions upon others.

If collisions take place, he thinks only of the pain he feels, not of the pain he gives.

He is ever censuring; but rarely takes blame.