For a week her husband had been milder; we know the instinct that draws the cat's paws from the flagging mouse.
Alice, no longer much interested in novels, must needs talk with some one; she honoured Adela with much of her confidence, seeming to forget and forgive, in reality delighted to recount her London experiences to her poor tame sister-in-law.

Alice, too, had been at moments introduced to her husband's kitchen; she threw out vague hints of a wonderful repast in preparation.
'Willis is going to buy me a house in Brighton,' she said, among other things.

'I shall run down whenever I feel it would do me good.

You've no idea how kind he is.' There was, in fact, an 'advancement clause' in Alice's deed of settlement.

If Mr.Rodman showed himself particularly anxious to cultivate the friendship of Mr.Alfred Waltham, possibly one might look for the explanation to the terms of that same document.
There came a Sunday morning.