He had given her his love, but his interests, his energies, his attention were elsewhere.
"Is that the way George will treat me--as if I were only a dream woman ?" thought Gabriella while she watched her father-in-law over the open sheet of the _Times_.

Then, with her eyes on her husband, she realized that he was of his mother's blood, not his father's.

Business could never absorb him.

His restlessness, his instability, his love of pleasure, would prevent the sapping of his nature by one supreme interest.
The table, like everything else in the room, was solid, heavy, and expensive.

On the floor a heavy and expensive carpet, with a pattern in squares, stretched to the heavy and expensive moulding which bordered a heavy and expensive paper.