She was thinking to herself how pretty Avonsbridge was in its June dress of freshest green, how quietly and innocently life passed under shadow of these college walls, and how could any one have the heart to make it otherwise?
She would not after today.

She would cease to vex herself, or let her husband vex himself about Miss Gascoigne.

With a mile and a half between them, the Lodge would certainly feel safe from her.

And oh! what a wonderful peace would come into the house when she left it! How good the children would be! How happy their father!--yes, he could be made happy, Christian knew that, and it was she who could make him so.

The consciousness of power in this sweet sense, and the delight of exercising it was becoming the most exquisite happiness Christian had ever known.