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He had had a fair education -- better than is generally considered necessary for mercantile purposes -- but it would have been hard to discover any signs of it in the spending of his leisure . On Sunday mornings he went with his wife to church , and when he came home had a good dinner , of which now and then a friend took his share . If no stranger was present he took his wine by himself , and went to sleep in his easy chair of marone-coloured leather , while his wife sat on the other side of the fire if it was winter , or a little way off by the open window if it was summer , gently yawned now and then , and looked at him with eyes a little troubled . Then he went off again by the eight o'clock omnibus on Monday morning , and not an idea more or less had he in his head , not a hair 's - breadth of difference was there in his conduct or pursuits , that he had been to church and had spent the day out of business . That may , however , for anything I know , have been as much the clergyman 's fault as his . He was the sort of man you might call machine-made , one in whom humanity , if in no wise caricatured , was yet in no wise ennobled . His wife was ten years younger than he -- hardly less than beautiful -- only that over her countenance seemed to have gathered a kind of haze of commonness .