So, Mrs. Grey, since you
have interfered in this matter, you must carry it out on your own
responsibility. If you have taken a grudge against Miss Bennett--which
I did not expect, considering your own antecedents--you must just do as
you like concerning her. But, bless me! how the evening is slipping by.
Come, Maria, I shall hardly have time to dress for the vice
chancellor's."
So saying, Miss Gascoigne swept away, her silk skirts flowing behind
her. Aunt Maria followed with one pathetic glance at "dear Arnold;"
and the husband and wife were left alone.
Dr. Grey threw himself into his arm-chair, and there came across his
face the weary look, which Christian had of late learned to notice,
indicating that he was no more a young man, and that his life had been
longer in trials than even in years.
"My dear, I wish you women-kind could settle these domestic troubles
among yourselves. We men have so many outside worries to contend
with. It is rather hard."
It was hard. Christian reproached herself almost as if she had been the
primary cause of this, the first complaint she had ever heard him make,
and which he seemed immediately to regret having allowed to escape
him.
"I don't mean, my dear wife, that you should not have told me this;
indeed, it was impossible to keep it from me.
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