"She was faithful when I was false—was she not? I never came near your sick-bed, and she watched it ceaselessly."
"What must I do? Anything but leave her."
"At my wish you never shall leave her."
"She may live very near us?"
"With us—only she will have her own rooms and servant. For this she stipulates herself."
"You know she has an income, that, with her habits, makes her quite independent?"
"She told me that, with a gentle pride that reminded me of somebody else."
"She is not at all interfering, and incapable of gossip."
"I know her, Cary. But if, instead of being the personification of reserve and discretion, she were something quite opposite, I should not fear her."
"Yet she will be your mother-in-law?" The speaker gave an arch little nod. Moore smiled.