sweet mother! she evidently enjoyed his praise; she touched his face with her pretty hand.
"Old or young, Roland," she said, lovingly, "my heart will never change in its great love for you."
They did not know how intensely I appreciated this little scene.
"Here is a good husband," I said to myself, like the impertinent little critic I was; "this is not like Lady Conyngham's husband!"--the truth being that I could never get that unfortunate man quite out of my mind.
That night, certainly the very happiest of my life, my father danced with me. Heaven help me! I can remember my pride as I stood by the tall, stalwart figure, just able with the tips of my fingers to touch his arm. Mamma danced with me, too, and my happiness was complete. I watched all the ladies there, young and old; there was not one so fair as my mother. Closing my eyes, so tired of this world's sunlight, I see her again as I saw her that night, queen of the brilliant throng, the fairest woman present. I see her with her loving heart
Short novella (about 48 pages). As the title implies, it\'s the story of a wife betrayed by her husband, although the first few pages, which are the musings of the narrator (the daughter) on the issue of the stigma attached to children of a murderer might lead you to believe otherwise. It reminded me of a Gainsborough film - something like ‘The Man in Grey’, although the husband isn’t brutal, just weak-willed. I wasn’t terribly keen on it - I felt they all needed a good slap!