The only life-principle she had, so far as I know, was to get from the moment the greatest possible enjoyment that would leave the way clear for more to follow.

She had not been in his house a week before Mr.Redmain hated her.

He was something given to hating people who came near him, and she came much too near.

She was by no means so different in character as to be repulsive to him; neither was she so much alike as to be tiresome; their designs could not well clash, for she was a woman and he was a man; if she had not been his wife's friend, they might, perhaps, have got on together better than well; but the two were such as must either be hand in glove or hate each other.

There had not, however, been the least approach to rupture between them.