There was another girl, too--I forget her name--but she was a sister of Essec Powell's.

Agnes and she had been schoolmates and bosom friends, and they were delighted to meet here by accident, and I soon found that my wife continually resorted to Essec Powell's house to pour out her sorrows into the bosom of her friend; but this I could not allow.

To visit the house of my bitterest enemy--to make a friend of his sister, was a glaring impropriety in a clergyman's wife, and I cannot even now feel any compunction at having put a stop to their intercourse--if, indeed, I succeeded in doing so.
A cold cloud seemed to have fallen between me and your mother; and as for my brother, we scarcely spoke to each other at meals, and avoided each other at all other times.

Still Lewis stayed on, with that puzzled look on his face, and still Agnes went through her daily duties with a proud look and a constrained manner.
"Poor Betto looked anxiously from one to the other of us, and I kept my still and silent watch.

My heart was breaking with distrust of my wife, and hatred of my brother; but I never spoke of my failing trust in them both.