You might see Helen, and see what you can do." As Mrs.Dale began in her positive way to say how he ought to talk to "this man," Mr.Dale came in.
"I thought I heard your voice," he said to his brother-in-law, "and I came up"-- he looked deprecatingly at his wife--"to ask you to step down and have a pipe.

I want to speak to you about Denner's books." But before Dr.Howe could answer, Mrs.Dale poured forth all the troublesome and disgraceful story of the "separated husband and wife." Mr.Dale listened intently; once he flourished his red handkerchief across his eyes as he blew his nose.

When he did this, he scattered some loose tobacco about, and Mrs.Dale stopped to reprimand him.

"I tell you," she ended emphatically, "it is this new-fangled talk of woman's rights that has done all this.

What need has Helen of opinions of her own?
A woman ought to be guided by her husband in everything!" "You see it is pretty bad, Henry," said the rector.
"It is,--it is," said the older man, his mild eyes glistening; "but oh, Archibald, how he loves her!" "Loves her ?" cried the other two together.
"Yes," continued Mr.Dale slowly; "one feels as if we ought not even to discuss it, for we are scarcely capable of understanding it.