There was no pleasure in life to Felicita equal to going down for a few days' rest to this country parsonage.
That she was still mourning bitterly for the husband, whose name could never be mentioned to her, all the world believed.

It made those who loved her most feel very tenderly toward her.

Though she never put on a widow's garb she always wore black dresses.

The jewels Roland had bought for her in profusion lay in their cases, and never saw the light.

She could not bring herself to look at them; for she understood better now the temptation that had assailed and conquered him.