"I look for support from you," she said, "as the man who is the nearest to me, till my father shall come." "But I cannot support you in what is wrong," said the clergyman.

Then Mrs.Trevelyan had left the room, and would not see her uncle again.
She carried things altogether with a high hand at this time.

When old Mr.Bideawhile called upon her, her husband's ancient family lawyer, she told that gentleman that if it was her husband's will that they should live apart, it must be so.

She could not force him to remain with her.

She could not compel him to keep up the house in Curzon Street.