She did as a wife would not have done, and held her peace.

He spoke; she replied in a few words--blunt, to the point, as no wife would have done.
Her dear, warm-hearted Rowsley was shaken by the blow he had been obliged to deal to the woman--poor woman!--if she felt it.

He was always the principal sufferer where the feelings were concerned.

He was never for hurting any but the enemy.
His 'Ha, here we dine!' an exclamation of a man of imprisoned yawns at the apparition of the turnkey, was delightful to her, for a proof of health and sanity and enjoyment of the journey.
'Yes, and I've one bottle left, in the hamper, of the hock you like,' she said.

'That Mr.Weyburn likes it too.