Sir Charles, then, smarting under his wound, spoke now and then rather unkindly to the wife he loved so devotedly; that is to say, his manner sometimes implied that he blamed her for their joint calamity.
Lady Bassett submitted to these stings in silence.

They were rare, and speedily followed by touching regrets; and even had it not been so she would have borne them with resignation; for this motherless wife loved her husband with all a wife's devotion and a mother's unselfish patience.

Let this be remembered to her credit.

It is the truth, and she may need it.
Her own yearning was too deep and sad for fretfulness; yet though, unlike her husband's, it never broke out in anger, the day was gone by when she could keep it always silent.

It welled out of her at times in ways that were truly womanly and touching.
When she called on a wife the lady was sure to parade her children.