He never spoke ill of Alaric Tudor, to others; but he fed his own heart with speaking and thinking ill of him to himself.
Of Gertrude he thought very differently.

He had taught himself to disconnect her from the treachery of her husband--or rather her memory; for, from the day on which he had learnt that she was engaged to Alaric, he had never seen her.

He still loved the remembrance of her.

In his solitary walks with Mrs.Woodward he would still speak of her as he might of one in some distant clime, for whose welfare he was deeply interested.

He had seen and caressed her baby at Hampton.