he married her straight out of her father’s house.  That he may have all the credit due to him, it must be admitted that he did not once compare, or possibly permit himself to reflect on, the dissimilarity in their respective ranks, and the step he had taken downward, till they were man and wife:  and then not in any great degree, before Fortune had given him his majority; an advance the good soldier frankly told his wife he did not owe to her.  If we may be permitted to suppose the colonel of a regiment on friendly terms with one of his corporals, we have an estimate of the domestic life of Major and Mrs. Strike.  Among the garrison males, his comrades, he passed for a disgustingly jealous brute.

The ladies, in their pretty language, signalized him as a ‘finick.’

Now, having achieved so capital a marriage, Caroline, worthy creature, was anxious that her sisters should not be less happy, and would have them to visit her, in spite of her husband’s protests.

‘There can be no danger,’ she said, for she was in fresh quarters, far from the nest of contagion.  The lieutenant himself ungrudgingly declared that, looking on the ladies, no one for an instant could suspect; and he saw many young fellows ready to be as great fools as he had been another voluntary confession he made to his wife; for the candour of which she thanked him, and pointed out that it seemed to run in the family; inasmuch as Mr. Andrew Cogglesby, his rich relative, had seen and had proposed for Harriet.  The lieutenant flatly said he would never allow it.  In fact he had hitherto concealed the non-presentable portion of his folly very satisfactorily from all save the mess-room, and Mr. Andrew’s passion was a severe dilemma to him.  It need scarcely be told that his wife, fortified by the fervid brewer, defeated him utterly.  What was more, she induced him to be an accomplice in deception.  For though the lieutenant protested that he washed his hands of it, and that it was a fraud and a snare, he certainly did not avow the condition of his wife’s parents to Mr. Andrew, but alluded to them in passing as ’the country people.’  He supposed ‘the country people’ must be asked, he said.  The brewer offered to go down to them.  But the lieutenant drew an unpleasant picture of the country people, and his wife became so grave at the proposal, that Mr. Andrew said he wanted to marry the lady and not the ‘country people,’ and if she would have him, there he was.  There he was, behaving with a particular and sagacious kindness to the raw lieutenant since Harriet’s arrival.  If the lieutenant sent her away, Mr. Andrew would infallibly pursue her, and light on a discovery.  Twice cursed by Love, twice the victim of tailordom, our excellent Marine gave away Harriet Harrington in marriage to Mr. Andrew Cogglesby.

Thus Joy clapped hands a second time, and Horror deepened its shadows.