Aunt Maria followed with one pathetic glance at "dear Arnold;" and the husband and wife were left alone.
Dr.Grey threw himself into his arm-chair, and there came across his face the weary look, which Christian had of late learned to notice, indicating that he was no more a young man, and that his life had been longer in trials than even in years.
"My dear, I wish you women-kind could settle these domestic troubles among yourselves.

We men have so many outside worries to contend with.

It is rather hard." It was hard.

Christian reproached herself almost as if she had been the primary cause of this, the first complaint she had ever heard him make, and which he seemed immediately to regret having allowed to escape him.
"I don't mean, my dear wife, that you should not have told me this; indeed, it was impossible to keep it from me.

It all springs from Aunt Henrietta.