There had never been a cross word between the two since they had met.

It was an ideal existence.

Even the gossips stopped talking at last, and there was not one, not even the most ingeniously evil-tongued of all, that prophesied evil.
They raised their eyebrows, and the more primitive among them shrugged their shoulders a little, and smiled.

If Providence really insisted upon making people so perfect, what was to be done?
It was distressing, but there was nothing to be said; they must just lead their lives, and the gossips must bear it.

No doubt Corbario had married for money, since he had nothing in particular and his wife had millions, but if ever a man had married for money and then behaved like an angel, that man was Folco Corbario and no other.