It was easy to see that she was the dominant and vital force in the household.

She ruled Archibald, less indirectly perhaps, but quite as consistently as Cousin Pussy ruled Cousin Jimmy.
"My dear, you must eat your breakfast," she said urgently to her daughter-in-law.

"Archibald, let me give you your second cup of coffee.
Remember what a trying day you have before you, and make a good breakfast.

It is so hard to get him to eat," she explained to Gabriella; "I have to coax him to drink his two cups of coffee, for if he doesn't he is sure to come home with a headache." "Well, give me a cup, Evelyn," replied Mr.Fowler, in his gentle voice, yielding apparently to please her.

In his youth he must have been very handsome, Gabriella thought; but now, though he still retained a certain distinction, he had the look of a man who has been drained of his vitality.