Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction
"God in Heaven! And I to hear about it for the first time in such a
fashion as this! He comes to see you, and because something does not
go as he would have it, he turns round and tells me his story. But
that he has quarrelled with you now, I should never have heard a
syllable." He had come up to her room determined not to believe a
word of it. And now, suddenly, there was no fault of which in his
mind he was not ready to accuse her. He had been deceived, and she
was to him a thing altogether different from that which he had
believed her.
But she, too, was stung to wrath by the insinuation which his words
contained. She knew herself to be absolutely innocent in every
respect, except that of reticence to her husband. Though she was
prepared to bear the weight of the punishment to which her silence
had condemned her, yet she was sure of the purity of her own conduct.
Knowing his disposition, she did not care to make light of her great
fault, but now something was added, she hardly knew what, of which
she knew herself to be innocent. Something was hinted as to the
friendship remaining between her and this man, of which her husband,
in his pride, should not have accused her. What! Did he think that
she had willingly received her late lover as her friend in his house
and without his knowledge? If he thought that, then, indeed, must all
be over between them. "I do not know what it is that you suspect. You
had better say it out at once."
"Is this letter true?" and he held the letter up in his hand.
"I suppose it to be true. I do not know what it contains, but I
presume it to be true."
"You can read it," and he threw the letter on the table before her.
She took it up and slowly passed her eyes over the words,
endeavouring, as she did so, to come to some determination as to what
her conduct should be. The purport of the words she did not fully
comprehend, so fully was her mind occupied with thinking of the
condition of her husband's mind; but they left upon her an impression
that in the main Sir Francis Geraldine had told his story truly.
"Yes," she said, "it is true. Before I had met you I was engaged to
marry this other man. Our engagement was broken off, and then mamma
and I travelled abroad together. We there met you, and then you know
the rest."
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