It is hard for a weak woman to keep up all her respect for the man that fails.
One day, after watching him a long time unseen, she got excited, put on her shawl and bonnet, and ran down to him: she took him by the arm: "If you love me, come out of this prison, and walk with me; we are too miserable.

I shall be your first patient if this goes on much longer." He looked at her, saw she was very excited, and had better be humored; so he kissed her and just said, with a melancholy smile, "How poor are they that have not patience!" Then he put on his hat, and walked in the Park and Kensington Gardens with her.

The season was just beginning.
There were carriages enough, and gay Amazons enough, to make poor Rosa sigh more than once.
Christopher heard the sigh; and pressed her arm, and said, "Courage, love, I hope to see you among them yet." "The sooner the better," said she, a little hardly.
"And, meantime, which of them all is as beautiful as you ?" "All I know is, they are more attractive.

Who looks at me, walking tamely by ?" Christopher said nothing: but these words seemed to imply a thirst for admiration, and made him a little uneasy.
By and by the walk put the swift-changing Rosa in spirits, and she began to chat gayly, and hung prattling and beaming on her husband's arm, when they entered Curzon Street.

Here, however, occurred an incident, trifling in itself, but unpleasant.