The two were as far apart as the Poles.

Everyone must have hated Oro, from the beginning, however much he feared him, but everyone who came in touch with her must have loved Yva.
Here I may break into my personal narrative to say that this, by their own confession, proved to be true of two such various persons as Bastin and Bickley.
"The truth, which I am sure it would be wrong to hide from you, Arbuthnot," said the former to me one day, "is that during your long illness I fell in love, I suppose that is the right word, with the Glittering Lady.

After thinking the matter over also, I conceived that it would be proper to tell her so if only to clear the air and prevent future misunderstandings.

As I remarked to her on that occasion, I had hesitated long, as I was not certain how she would fill the place of the wife of the incumbent of an English parish." "Mothers' Meetings, and the rest," I suggested.
"Exactly so, Arbuthnot.

Also there were the views of the Bishop to be considered, who might have objected to the introduction into the diocese of a striking person who so recently had been a heathen, and to one in such strong contrast to my late beloved wife." "I suppose you didn't consider the late Mrs.Bastin's views on the subject of re-marriage.