One marriage was enough for her, she said.

Mr.Mountain had amiably spent her little fortune and his own.

Her last trinkets went to pay his funeral; and, as long as Madam Warrington would keep her at Castlewood, she preferred a home without a husband to any which as yet had been offered to her in Virginia.

The two ladies quarrelled plentifully; but they loved each other: they made up their differences: they fell out again, to be reconciled presently.

When either of the boys was ill, each lady vied with the other in maternal tenderness and care.
In his last days and illness, Mrs.Mountain's cheerfulness and kindness had been greatly appreciated by the Colonel, whose memory Madam Warrington regarded more than that of any living person.