There are dozens of sorts of people I should feel a far stronger objection to living with; but what puzzles me is how she contrives to live with herself, never questioning the comfort of the arrangement, or desiring that it should one day come to an end.

Surely she must be deep, and know some secret! For the other lady, Helen Lingard that was, she had since her marriage altered considerably in the right direction.

She used to be a little dry, a little stiff, and a little stately.

To the last I should be far from objecting, were it not that her stateliness was of the mechanical sort, belonging to the spine, and not to a soul uplift.

Now it had left her spine and settled in a soul that scorned the low and loved the lowly.