Denied any of the happiness which most men find in loving their wives, he found consolation in the love of his daughter.

Secretly, as though his paternal affection were a crime, he caressed Julia, and his wife was not long in discovering that the father cared more for a loving daughter than for a shrewish wife.
She watched him jealously, and had come to regard her daughter as one who had supplanted her in her husband's affections, and her husband as robbing her of the love of her daughter.

In truth, Mrs.Samuel Anderson had come to stand so perpetually on guard against imaginary encroachments on her rights, that she saw enemies everywhere.

She hated Wehle because he was a Dutchman; she would have hated him on a dozen other scores if he had been an American.

It was offense enough that Julia loved him.
So now she resolved to gain her husband to her side by her version of the story, and before dinner she had told him how August had charged her with being false and cruel to Andrew many years ago, and how Jule had thrown it up to her, and how near she had come to dropping down with palpitation of the heart.