It's a subtle scheme which she thinks is hidden from me; but really it is so transparent that a babe could see through it.

I, like any wise husband, make, however, a fine assumption of blindness, and consequently lead a life of unruffled comfort.
Whether Doria followed the advice I am not certain.

I have my doubts.
Barbara has never knelt by the side of her stupid old Hilary's chair and worshipped him as a god.

She is an excellent wife and I've no fault to find with her; but she has never done that, and she is the last woman in the world to counsel any wife to do it.

Personally, I should hate to be worshipped.