How she yearned and craved for this, God and her own soul only knew.
Yet, how she hardly knew, but so it was, none of these hopes had been fulfilled.

She saw almost nothing of the children save during the one hour after dinner, when she sat silently watching them, one on each side of their father, and one on his knee, all so happy together.

Dr.
Grey always looked happy when he was with his little folk.

And they, their very faults faded off into sweetnesses when they came within the atmosphere of that good, loving, fatherly nature, for love makes love, and goodness creates goodness.

Titia lost her prim conceit, Atty his selfish roughness, and Oliver became a perfect little angel of a child for at least one hour a day--the hour they spent with their father.
It was a pretty picture.