Thus it may be seen that that which is sauce for the goose is not sauce for the gander.
Early in the spring Norman was married; and then, as had been before arranged, Charley once more went to Surbiton Cottage.

The marriage was a very quiet affair.

The feeling of disgrace which had fallen upon them all since the days of Alaric's trial had by no means worn itself away.

There were none of them yet--no, not one of the Cottage circle, from Uncle Bat down to the parlour-maid--who felt that they had a right to hold up their faces before the light of day as they had formerly done.

There was a cloud over their house, visible perhaps with more or less distinctness to all eyes, but which to themselves appeared black as night.