Things were at once arranged, an answer of ready obedience committed to the groom, and Helen's pony-carriage ordered out.
The curate called every thing Helen's.

He had a great contempt for the spirit of men who marry rich wives and then lord it over their money, as if they had done a fine thing in getting hold of it, and the wife had been but keeping it from its rightful owner.

They do not know what a confession their whole bearing is, that, but for their wives' money, they would be but the merest, poorest nobodies.

So small are they that even that suffices to make them feel big! But Helen did not like it, especially when he would ask her if he might have this or that, or do so and so.

Any common man who heard him would have thought him afraid of his wife; but a large-hearted woman would at once have understood, as did Helen, that it all came of his fine sense of truth, and reality, and obligation.