It is to me like a day locked up forever in a casket of pearl.

Was it not an unstained morning, my own! If I weep, it is with pleasure.

But,' she added with precipitation, 'weeping of any kind will not do for these eyelids of mine.' And drawing forth a tiny gold-framed pocket-mirror she perceived convincingly that it would not do.
'They will think it is for the absence of my husband,' she said, as only a woman can say it who deplores nothing so little as that.
'When does he return from Vienna ?' Laura inquired in the fallen voice of her thoughtfulness.
'I receive two couriers a week; I know not any more, my Laura.

I believe he is pushing some connubial complaint against me at the Court.

We have been married seventeen months.