In all this John Caldigate was obliged to assist, knowing all the time, feeling all the time, that Crinkett was in Cambridge; and through all this the young mother had to appear happy, knowing the existence of that letter signed 'Euphemia Caldigate,'-- feeling it at every moment.

And they both acted their parts well.

Caldigate himself,--though when he was alone the thought of what was coming would almost crush him,--could always bear himself bravely when others were present.
On the morning before they went to church, when the bells were ringing, old Mr.Bolton came in a carriage with his wife from Cambridge.

She, of course, condescended to give her hand to her son-in-law but she did it with a look which was full of bitterness.

She did not probably intend to be specially bitter, but bitterness of expression was common to her.