She had imagined Erris Boyne living in suburban quiet, not drawing his wife into his social scheme.
That is what had happened.

The woman had lived apart from the daily experiences of her husband's life in Dublin; and it had deepened her bitterness against him.

When she had learned that Erris Boyne was no more faithful to her than he had been to his previous wife, she had gone mad; and Dyck Calhoun was paying the price of her madness.
Mrs.Llyn did not know this.

She was a woman of distinguished bearing, though small, with a wan, sad look in her eyes always, but with a cheerful smile.

She was not poor, but well-to-do, and it was not necessary to deny herself or her daughter ordinary comforts, and even many of the luxuries of life.
Her hair was darker than her daughter's, black and wavy, with here and there streaks of grey.