She was safe, and would no doubt be happy.

This was something.

Amid the wreck of her own fortunes, Ellen Whitelaw was unselfish enough to rejoice in this.
Her husband asked to see Mr.Fenton's letter, which he spelt over with his usual deliberate air, and which seemed to interest him more than Ellen would have supposed likely--knowing as she did how deeply he had resented Marian's encouragement of Frank Randall's courtship.
"So she's gone to America with her father, has she ?" he said, when he had perused the document twice.

"I shouldn't have thought anybody could have persuaded her to leave that precious husband of hers.

And she's gone off to America, and he after her! That's rather a queer start, ain't it, Nell ?" Mrs.Whitelaw did not care to discuss the business with her husband.