Notwithstanding her fortune, she did not neglect the humblest affairs of the household, and thought only of making her husband pleased with his home.

When she was told of the vagaries of Philipson, she prayed in private that he might be led from his evil ways, and could not help thanking Providence that she was not the wife of such a dreadful scapegrace." "I should think so," remarked Mrs.Becker.
"At last, Herbert Philipson astonished even his own companions by a crowning act of folly.

There was then a young woman in Bristol, of good parentage, but an unmitigated virago; her family were thoroughly ashamed of her temper and her exploits.

They allowed her to have her own way, simply for fear that, through contradiction, she might plunge herself into even worse courses than those she now habitually followed.

In short, she was the talk and jest of the whole town." "What a charming creature!" remarked Mrs.Becker.
"No servant of her own sex could put up with her for two days together; she styled everybody that came near her fools and asses, and did not hesitate to strike them if they ventured to contradict her.
She got on, however, tolerably well with ostlers, stable-boys, cabmen, and such like, because they could treat her in her own style, and were not ruffled by her abuse." "How amiable!" exclaimed Mrs.Wolston.
"Herbert heard of this young person, and, through a fast friend of his own, obtained an introduction to her, and on the very first interview he offered her his hand.