In Mrs.Hurstwood it discolored the very hue of her husband's indifferent nature.

She saw design in deeds and phrases which sprung only from a faded appreciation of her presence.
As a consequence, she was resentful and suspicious.

The jealousy that prompted her to observe every falling away from the little amenities of the married relation on his part served to give her notice of the airy grace with which he still took the world.

She could see from the scrupulous care which he exercised in the matter of his personal appearance that his interest in life had abated not a jot.

Every motion, every glance had something in it of the pleasure he felt in Carrie, of the zest this new pursuit of pleasure lent to his days.