And 'my lord' glanced with a sly smile at Gertrude, who was looking on the carpet with, I think, a blush, and I'm sure saw my lord's glance seeking hers, but made as though she did not.
'If she be jealous, her jealousy, you know, is still the measure of her love.

Bless God that he hath made thee to her so dear a treasure that she cannot hide her fears and trouble lest she should lose even a portion of thy love; and let thy heart thank _her_ too.
'And if the husband would reprove her, it must be in such a mood as if he did chide with himself, and his words like Jonathan's arrows, which were not shot to hurt but to give warning.

She must have no words but loving words from thee.

She is come to thee as to a sanctuary to defend her from hurt, and canst thou hurt her thyself?
Does the king trample his crown?
Solomon calls the wife the crown of her husband; therefore, he who despiseth her woundeth his own honour.

I am resolved to honour virtue in what sex soever I find it.' The doctor was speaking this like a soliloquy, slowly, and looking on the floor.
'And I think in general I shall find it more in women than in men.' Here the young people exchanged another smile, and the doctor looked up and went on.