human
He is there, seeing everybody. All the same people who were there a year ago to-day. And what are they thinking--perhaps saying? 'See this dull, middle-aged man, with that flighty little creature for a wife! She cares nothing for him; she turns him round her finger, and always will.' O fool! fool too noble to see or to doubt; simple, generous nature, never asserting itself, always repressed, that _I_ understood, while all these other people, that girl at the head of them, only laughed at it!