Excerpt from Her Husband's HomeLady Durley, at sixty-eight, was a marvel of health and strength. She retained in a most wonderful way the beauty of youth, and combined with it a dignity and lofty bearing which no young woman ever pos sesses in the same perfection. There was no trace of unbecoming juvenility in Lady Durley. She dressed with scrupulous regard to propriety, and in person, as in manner and language, was the personification of stately, well - preserved old age.The one great love of her life (for she was not a woman of much tenderness) was for her son, the pre sent baronet, Whose confirmed ill-health from child hood had rendered him an object of perpetual solicitude, and whose chronic malady had always kept him from all idea of marriage. To Lady Durley, this son, who had always been so especially her own, was the centre round which all her thoughts and hopes and wishes seemed to revolve.They were sitting at breakfast this bright May morning, mother and son at either end of the long table, with its snow-white cloth, gleaming silver and fragrant hot-house flowers. She was slowly sipping her tea and reading a letter with languid indifference; he was looking at the Times, and as he read, he uttered a subdued exclamation indicative of surprise.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.