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Helstone to make a very good husband, especially to a quiet wife. He thought so long as a woman was silent nothing ailed her, and she wanted nothing. If she did not complain of solitude, solitude, however continued, could not be irksome to her. If she did not talk and
    put herself forward, express a partiality for this, an aversion to that, she had no partialities or aversions, and it was useless to consult her tastes. He made no pretence of comprehending women, or
    comparing them with men. They were a different, probably a very inferior, order of existence. A wife
    could not be her husband's companion, much less his confidante, much less his stay. His wife, after a year or two, was of no great importance to him in any shape; and when she one day, as he thought,
    suddenly—for he had scarcely noticed her decline—but, as others thought, gradually, took her leave
    of him and of life, and there was only a still, beautiful-featured mould of clay left, cold and white, in the conjugal couch, he felt his bereavement—who shall say how little? Yet, perhaps, more than he seemed to feel it; for he was not a man from whom grief easily wrung tears.
    His dry-eyed and sober mourning scandalized an old housekeeper, and likewise a female attendant,
    who had waited upon Mrs. Helstone in her sickness, and who, perhaps, had had opportunities of learning more of the deceased lady's nature, of her capacity for feeling and loving, than her husband
    knew. They gossiped together over the corpse, related anecdotes, with embellishments of her
    lingering decline, and its real or supposed cause. In short, they worked each other up to some indignation against the austere little man, who sat examining papers in an adjoining room,
    unconscious of what opprobrium he was the object.
    Mrs. Helstone was hardly under the sod when rumours began to be rife in the neighbourhood that
    she had died of a broken heart. These magnified quickly into reports of hard usage, and, finally, details of harsh treatment on the part of her husband—reports grossly untrue, but not the less eagerly
    received on that account. Mr. Yorke heard them, partly believed them. Already, of course, he had no
    friendly feeling to his successful rival. Though himself a married man now, and united to a woman
    who seemed a complete contrast to Mary Cave in all respects, he could not forget the great disappointment of his life; and when he heard that what would have been so precious to him had been
    neglected, perhaps abused, by another, he conceived for that other a rooted and bitter animosity.
    Of the nature and strength of this animosity Mr. Helstone was but half aware. He neither knew how
    much Yorke had loved Mary Cave, what he had felt on losing her, nor was he conscious of the calumnies concerning his treatment of her, familiar to every ear in the neighbourhood but his own.
    He believed political and religious differences alone separated him and Mr. Yorke. Had he known how the case really stood, he would hardly have been induced by any persuasion to cross his former
    rival's threshold.
    Mr. Yorke did not resume his lecture of Robert Moore. The conversation ere long recommenced in
    a more general form, though still in a somewhat disputative tone. The unquiet state of the country, the
    various depredations lately committed on mill-property in the district, supplied abundant matter for disagreement, especially as each of the three gentlemen present differed more or less in his views on
    these subjects. Mr. Helstone thought the masters aggrieved, the workpeople unreasonable; he
    condemned sweepingly the widespread spirit of disaffection against constituted authorities, the growing indisposition to bear with patience evils he regarded as inevitable. The cures he prescribed
    were vigorous government interference, strict magisterial vigilance; when necessary, prompt
    military coercion.
    Mr. Yorke wished to know whether this interference, vigilance, and coercion would feed those who
    were