The Young Step-Mother; Or, A Chronicle of Mistakes

Fail—yet rejoice, because no less The failure that makes thy distress May teach another full success. Nor with thy share of work be vexed Though incomplete and even perplexed It fits exactly to the next. ADELAIDE A PROCTOR
‘Have you talked it over with her?’ said Mr. Ferrars, as his little slender wife met him under the beeches that made an avenue of the lane leading to Fairmead vicarage.
‘Yes!’ was the answer, which the vicar was not slow to understand.
‘I cannot say I expected much from your conversation, and perhaps we ought not to wish it. We are likely to see with selfish eyes, for what shall we do without her?’
‘Dear Albinia! You always taunted me with having married your sister as much as yourself.’
‘So I shall again, if you cannot give her up with a good grace.’
‘If I could have had my own way in disposing of her.’
‘Perhaps the hero of your own composition might be less satisfactory to her than is Kendal.’
‘At least he should be minus the children!’
‘I fancy the children are one great attraction. Do you know how many there are?’
‘Three; but if Albinia knows their ages she involves them in a discreet haze. I imagine some are in their teens.’
‘Impossible, Winifred, he is hardly five-and-thirty.’