Her whole being was thrown into the scale to balance the opposing weight which crushed her husband's almost lifeless existence.

The voice of one who repeatedly made the halls of parliament ring with deafening applause was now with an effort heard by those standing near.
It was when such trouble bore heavily that Mary Douglas opened her heart towards her friend Lady Rosamond.

She came unbidden to offer such service as was in her power to perform.

She silently watched by the side of Gerald Bereford with that gentle caution so needful when suffering is apparent, or when an interval of pain or depression is to be guarded against as a thief in disguise.
Not a single expression ever passed between those friends with reference to any thing that happened in Fredericton.

Mary Douglas was careful to avoid any allusion to circumstances which might call up a sudden host of by-gone fancies which, ere this, should be consigned to the remotest regions in the realm of utter oblivion.