Nobility -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Wessex (England) -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
She gave him little encouragement; for, of the two remaining, her best
beloved was Sir William, of whom, if the truth must be told, she had
often thought during her short married life. But he had not yet
reappeared. Her heart began to be so much with him now that she
contrived to convey to him, by indirect hints through his friends, that
she would not be displeased by a renewal of his former attentions. Sir
William, however, misapprehended her gentle signalling, and from
excellent, though mistaken motives of delicacy, delayed to intrude
himself upon her for a long time. Meanwhile Sir John, now created a
baronet, was unremitting, and she began to grow somewhat piqued at the
backwardness of him she secretly desired to be forward.
'Never mind,' her friends said jestingly to her (knowing of her humorous
remark, as everybody did, that she would marry them all three if they
would have patience)--'never mind; why hesitate upon the order of them?
Take 'em as they come.'
This vexed her still more, and regretting deeply, as she had often done,
that such a careless speech should ever have passed her lips, she fairly
broke down under Sir John's importunity, and accepted his hand. They
were married on a fine spring morning, about the very time at which the
unfortunate Sir William discovered her preference for him, and was
beginning to hasten home from a foreign court to declare his unaltered
devotion to her. On his arrival in England he learnt the sad truth.
If Sir William suffered at her precipitancy under what she had deemed his
neglect, the Lady Penelope herself suffered more. She had not long been
the wife of Sir John Gale before he showed a disposition to retaliate
upon her for the trouble and delay she had put him to in winning her.
With increasing frequency he would tell her that, as far as he could
perceive, she was an article not worth such labour as he had bestowed in
obtaining it, and such snubbings as he had taken from his rivals on the
same account. These and other cruel things he repeated till he made the
lady weep sorely, and wellnigh broke her spirit, though she had formerly
been such a mettlesome dame. By degrees it became perceptible to all her
friends that her life was a very unhappy one; and the fate of the fair
woman seemed yet the harder in that it was her own stately mansion, left
to her sole use by her first husband, which her second had entered into
and was enjoying, his being but a mean and meagre erection.
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