On general principles, as a case to point at, it would be a conspicuous pity.

Nor would it lack the aspect of a particular, a personal misfortune.

Dacres was occupied in quite the natural normal degree with his charming self; he would pass his misery on, and who would deserve to escape it less than his mother-in-law?
I listened to Emily Morgan, who gleaned in the ship more information about Dacres Tottenham's people, pay, and prospects than I had ever acquired, and I kept an eye upon the pair which was, I flattered myself, quite maternal.

I watched them without acute anxiety, deploring the threatening destiny, but hardly nearer to it than one is in the stalls to the stage.

My moments of real concern for Dacres were mingled more with anger than with sorrow--it seemed inexcusable that he, with his infallible divining-rod for temperament, should be on the point of making such an ass of himself.