CHAPTER 5.III.
In der Welt weit Aus der Einsamkeit Wollen sie Dich locken.
-- "Faust." (In the wide world, out of the solitude, will these allure thee.) The next morning, at breakfast, Mrs.Mervale looked as if all the wrongs of injured woman sat upon her brow.

Mr.Mervale seemed the picture of remorseful guilt and avenging bile.

He said little, except to complain of headache, and to request the eggs to be removed from the table.
Clarence Glyndon--impervious, unconscious, unailing, impenitent--was in noisy spirits, and talked for three.
"Poor Mervale! he has lost the habit of good-fellowship, madam.

Another night or two, and he will be himself again!" "Sir," said Mrs.Mervale, launching a premeditated sentence with more than Johnsonian dignity, "permit me to remind you that Mr.Mervale is now a married man, the destined father of a family, and the present master of a household." "Precisely the reasons why I envy him so much.

I myself have a great mind to marry.