‘Shall you desire to call your husband a fool?’
‘My husband!’
‘He will, I suppose, be at least as dear to
you as a brother?’
‘I never had a brother.’
‘Your sister, then! It is the same, I suppose?’
’If I were to have a husband, I hope he would
be the dearest to me of all. Unless he were so,
he certainly would not be my husband. But between
a man and his wife there does not spring up that playful,
violent intimacy admitting of all liberties, which
comes from early nursery associations; and, then,
there is the difference of sex.’
‘I should not like my wife to call me a fool,’
he said.
’I hope she may never have occasion to do so,
Mr Glascock. Marry an English wife in your own
class as, of course, you will and then you will be
safe.’
‘But I have set my heart fast on marrying an
American wife,’ he said.
’Then I can’t tell what may befall you.
It’s like enough, if you do that, that you may
be called by some name you will think hard to bear.
But you’ll think better of it. Like should
pair with like, Mr Glascock. If you were to marry
one of our young women, you would lose in dignity
as much as she would lose in comfort.’ Then
they parted, and she went off to say farewell to other
guests. The manner in which she had answered
what he had said to her had certainly been of a nature
to stop any further speech of the same kind.
Had she been gentle with him, then he would certainly
have told her that she was the American woman whom
he desired to take with him to his home in England.
DOROTHY’S FATE
Towards the end of February Sir Peter Mancrudy declared
Miss Stanbury to be out of danger, and Mr Martin began
to be sprightly on the subject, taking to himself
no inconsiderable share of the praise accruing to
the medical faculty in Exeter generally for the saving
of a life so valuable to the city. ‘Yes,
Mr Burgess,’ Sir Peter said to old Barty of
the bank, ’our friend will get over it this time,
and without any serious damage to her constitution,
if she will only take care of herself.’
Barty made some inaudible grunt, intended to indicate
his own indifference on the subject, and expressed
his opinion to the chief clerk that old Jemima Wideawake
as he was pleased to call her was one of those tough
customers who would never die. ’It would
be nothing to us, Mr Barty, one way or the other,’
said the clerk; to which Barty Burgess assented with
another grunt.
Camilla French declared that she was delighted to
hear the news. At this time there had been some
sort of a reconciliation between her and her lover.
Mrs French had extracted from him a promise that he
would not go to Natal; and Camilla had commenced the
preparations for her wedding. His visits to Heavitree
were as few and far between as he could make them
with any regard to decency; but the 31st of March was
