Law papers, reviews, whatever he has to write, he writes in the drawing-room, or in his wife's boudoir.

When he goes to other parts of the country on a retainer he takes them in the carriage with him.

I do not wonder that he should be a good husband, for his wife is a very amiable woman.

But I was surprised to see a man so keen and sarcastic, so much of a scoffer, pouring himself out with such simplicity and tenderness in all sorts of affectionate nonsense.

Through our whole journey to Perth he kept up a sort of mock quarrel with his daughter; attacked her about novel-reading, laughed her into a pet, kissed her out of it, and laughed her into it again.