Thomas Hardy,
Life's Little Ironies
“ Many a Lord Chancellor’s wife had been less intuitively a lady than she had shown herself to be in her lines to him. ‘O—poor fellow, poor fellow!’ mourned Edith Harnham. Her distress now raged as high as her infatuation. It was she who had wrought him to this pitch—to a marriage which meant his ruin; yet she could not, in mercy to her maid, do anything to hinder his plan. Anna was coming to Melchester that week, but she could hardly show the girl this last reply from the young man; it told too much of the second individuality that had usurped the place of the first. ”
