Shall I tell you what he is in two words?
A stupid sensualist--that's what he is.

I let his wife come here sometimes, and cry.

It doesn't trouble _me;_ and it seems to relieve _her._ More of my indifference--eh?
Well, I don't know.

I gave her the change out of the furniture-cheque, to buy a new bonnet with.

You might call that indifference, and you might be right once more.