It seemed to him that he looked much older than Ida.
When they went out together he felt like a lackey in attendance on an empress.

In his own home, it came to pass that he seldom made a remark when guests were present without a covert glance at his wife to see what she thought of it.

He could always tell what she thought, even if her face did not change and she made no comment neither then nor afterwards, and she always made him know, in some subtle fashion, when he had said anything wrong.
Maria felt very much in the same way at first, but she fought involuntarily against it.

She had a good deal of her mother in her.
Finally, she never looked at Ida when she said anything.

She was full of rebellion although she was quiet and obedient, and very unobtrusive, in the new state of things.
Ida entertained every Tuesday evening.