The act was done, and no way of retreat remained open.

The consequences must be met.
The hour for Mr.Ellis to return home at length arrived, and his wife waited his coming with a feeling of troubled suspense such as she had rarely, if ever, before experienced.

Smiles, ready to be forced to her countenance, were wreathing themselves in her imagination.

She meant to be "_so_ good," so loving, so considerate.

A particular dish of which he was so fond had been ordered,--it was a month since it had graced their table.
But time moved on.