One has heard of such guardianship--of a husband pitying and protecting till death a wife who had sinned against him; and if possible to any man, this would have been possible to one like Arnold Grey.
But in his manner was not only protection, there was also love--the sort of' love which passionate youth can seldom understand; but Paul the apostle did, unmarried though he was, when he spoke in such mystical language of a husband's "nourishing and cherishing" his wife "as the Lord the Church." And now Christian seemed to comprehend this, when, looking up to her husband, she felt that he was also her "lord,'' ruling and guiding her less by harsh authority than by the perfect law of love.
"Nay," she said, faintly, "don't blame your sister: she meant no harm, nor did I.

I only--" "Hush!" Dr.Grey replied, laying his hand upon her mouth; "that is a matter solely between you and your husband." But whether, thus met at all points, Miss Gascoigne began to doubt whether her mountain were not a mere molehill after all, or whether she involuntarily succumbed to the influence of such honest love, such unbounded trust, and felt that to interfere farther between this husband and wife would be not only hopeless, but wicked, it is impossible to say.

Perhaps--let us give her the credit of a good motive rather than a bad one--she really felt she had been wrong, was moved and softened, and brought to a better mind.
In any case, that happened which had never been known to happen before in Miss Gascoigne's existence--when asked to speak she had literally nothing to say! "Then," continued Dr.Grey, good-humouredly, still holding his wife's hand, and sitting beside her on the sofa, "this mighty matter may come to an end, which is, indeed, the best thing for it.

Since I am quite satisfied concerning my wife, I conclude my sister may be.

We will consider the subject closed.