His wife did all in her power to make his life a pleasant and a happy one, for Gertrude was devotedly attached to him; but a weary heart gets no gladness out of sunshine.

The secret remorse that rankled in his bosom caused him to see all the world blood-shot.

He had not visited his mother-in-law since the evening he had given her liberty to use her own discretion as to how Isabella and her child should be disposed of.

He feared even to go near the house, for he did not wish to see his child.
Gertrude felt this every time he declined accompanying her to her mother's.

Possessed of a tender and confiding heart, entirely unlike her mother, she sympathized deeply with her husband.