He was unmistakably of those who only see side issues.
Mrs.Gresley took her husband's arm as he closed the gate.

She was still young and still pretty, in spite of the arduous duties of a clergyman's wife, and the depressing fact that she seemed always wearing out old finery.

Perhaps her devotion to her husband had served to prolong her youth, for as the ivy is to the oak, and as the moon is to the sun, and as the river is to the sea, so was Mrs.Gresley to Mr.Gresley.
The fortunate couple were advancing through the garden, looking fondly at their own vicarage, with their own sponges hanging out of their upper windows, and their offspring waving to them from a third, when a small, slight figure appeared on the terrace.
"James," said Mrs.Gresley, with decision, "it is your duty to speak to Hester about attending early service.

If she can go out in the garden she can come to church." "I have spoken to her once," said Mr.Gresley, frowning, "and though I put it before her very plainly she showed great obstinacy.

Fond as I am of Hester, I cannot shut my eyes to the fact that she has an arrogant and callous nature.