Brother and sister have the holy young days in common; they have lastingly the recollection of their youth, the golden time when they were themselves, or the best of themselves.

A wife is a stranger from the beginning; she is necessarily three parts a stranger up to the finish of the history.
She thinks she can absorb the husband.

Not if her husband has a sister living! She may cry and tear for what she calls her own: she will act prudently in bowing her head to the stronger tie.

Is there a wife in Europe who broods on her husband's merits and his injuries as the sister of Thomas Rowsley, Earl of Ormont does?
or one to defend his good name, one to work for his fortunes, as devotedly?
Over and over Lady Charlotte drove her flocks, of much the same pattern, like billows before a piping gale.

They might be similar--a puffed iteration, and might be meaningless and wearisome; the gale was a power in earnest.
Her brother sat locked-up.