" And now Christian seemed to comprehend this,
when, looking up to her husband, she felt that he was also her "lord,''
ruling and guiding her less by harsh authority than by the perfect law of
love.
"Nay," she said, faintly, "don't blame your sister: she meant no harm,
nor did I. I only--"
"Hush!" Dr. Grey replied, laying his hand upon her mouth; "that is a
matter solely between you and your husband."
But whether, thus met at all points, Miss Gascoigne began to doubt
whether her mountain were not a mere molehill after all, or whether she
involuntarily succumbed to the influence of such honest love, such
unbounded trust, and felt that to interfere farther between this husband
and wife would be not only hopeless, but wicked, it is impossible to
say. Perhaps--let us give her the credit of a good motive rather than a
bad one--she really felt she had been wrong, was moved and softened,
and brought to a better mind.
In any case, that happened which had never been known to happen
before in Miss Gascoigne's existence--when asked to speak she had
literally nothing to say!
"Then," continued Dr. Grey, good-humouredly, still holding his wife's
hand, and sitting beside her on the sofa, "this mighty matter may come
to an end, which is, indeed, the best thing for it.
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