But we all make mistakes sometimes, as I told you once.

The great thing is not to leave them as mistakes, not to sink under them, but to recognize them for what they are, and try to remedy them if possible.

Even if we married too hastily--I, because it was the only way in which I could shelter and protect my darling, and you--well, perhaps because I over- persuaded you, still, we are happy now." Happy?
It was a word too small--any word would be.

The only expression for such happiness was silence.
"And what are we to do about him ?" "Him! who ?" Christian said it quite naturally for, woman-like, in that rapture of content, the whole world dwindled down into but two beings, herself and her husband.
Dr.Grey smiled--not dissatisfied.

"I meant Sir Edwin Uniacke.