Not till Saturday did the atmosphere of the Clayhanger household resume
the normal. But earlier than that Edwin had already lost his
resentment. It disappeared with his cold. He could not continue to
bear ill-will. He accepted his destiny of immense disappointment. He
shouldered it. You may call him weak or you may call him strong.
Maggie said nothing to him of the great affair. What could she have
said? And the affair was so great that even Clara did not dare to
exercise upon it her peculiar faculties of ridicule. It abashed her by
its magnitude.