He looked at her now, and wondered how he could ever have felt even as much as he had felt on her account.

But he had little leisure to devote to any such abstract and useless consideration.

He had his own affairs to think about, and they were very desperate.
In the meantime Mr.and Mrs.Halliday occupied themselves in the pursuit of pleasure or business, as the case might be.

They were eager for amusement: went to exhibitions in the day and to theatres at night, and came home to cozy little suppers in Fitzgeorge-street, after which Mr.Halliday was wont to waste the small hours in friendly conversation with his quondam companion, and in the consumption of much brandy-and-water.
Unhappily for Georgy, these halcyon days were broken by intervals of storm and cloud.

The weak little woman was afflicted with that intermittent fever called jealousy; and the stalwart Thomas was one of those men who can scarcely give the time of day to a feminine acquaintance without some ornate and loud-spoken gallantry.