'For,' says she to me, 'since your brother has married again, we must make the best of it, and introduce his wife into society, and be very kind to her.' And I am sure I hope we are," "Thank you," said Christian, somewhat haughtily, till touched by the mild deprecation of that foolish, gentle face, so gentle as half to atone for its foolishness.
"You see, my dear, your marriage was much worse to her than to me, because Mrs.Grey was her own sister, while Arnold is my brother.
And all I want in the wide world is to see my brother happy.

I hope it isn't wrong of me, but I don't think quite as dear Henrietta does.

I always felt that dear Arnold might marry any body he pleased, and I should be sure to love her if only she made him happy.

But, hush! I hear somebody coming." And the poor little lady composed herself into some pretense of indifference when Christian rose from the windowsill, and stood like a queen--or rather like what she tried to say to herself, so as to keep up her matronly dignity, whenever passionate, girlish grief or anger threatened to break it down, "like Dr.Grey's wife." Miss Gascoigne stopped benignly, much to Christian's surprise, for she did not guess what a wonderful influence clothes have in calming down ill tempers.

And Miss Gascoigne was beautifully dressed--quite perfect from top to toe; and she was such a handsome woman still, that it was quite a pleasure to look at her, as she very well knew.