During the years that followed what little he saw of her at odd moments he liked.

After ten years of what he believed to be married life she died, leaving one child; tactful to the last, pretty to the last, having made no claim from first to last, kissing his hand, and thanking him for his love, and for the beautiful years they had spent together.
His friends said that he bore her loss with heroism, but in reality he missed her but little.

Her death occurred just after he had become an ardent suffragan.

His daughter grew up in a few minutes, and quickly took her mother's place.

She was her mother over again in character and appearance.