"It was his mental greatness I always subsided to and admired.

Clever people have their weaknesses as well as people what are not as clever.

I sometimes thought you had yours, my dear--" "My dear!" interrupted Chapman, with an air of surprise, "what do you mean?
Hav'nt I been a finished husband, and a loving father ?" "You are just as good, my dear, as husbands can be made." Mrs.Chapman said this condescendingly, and with an air of admiration truly grand.
"But then, you know," she said, more mildly, "there was that handsome widow you used to be so polite to, my dear.

You know I detected her waving a handkerchief once.

Then you said it was one you left at the house; and so I never thought of it again." "I never let the past trouble me, my dear, never.