Love--what a wonderful thing it was! How good God was to send this
best of all gifts to her! She thought how it belittled the other good
things of the world. She asked no more of life, now; she was loved by
a good man, and a great man, and she was to be his wife. Ah, the happy
years together that would date from to-night,--Margaret was thrilling
already to their delights. "For better or worse," the old words came
to her with a new meaning. There would be no worse, she said to
herself with sudden conviction,--how could there be? Poverty,
privation, sickness might come,--but to bear them with John,--to
comfort and sustain him, to be shut away with him from all the world
but the world of their own four walls,--why, that would be the
greatest happiness of all! What hardship could be hard that knitted
their two hearts closer together; what road too steep if they essayed
it hand in hand?
And that--her confused thoughts ran on--that was what had changed all
life for Julie. She had forgotten Europe, forgotten all the idle
ambitions of her girlhood, because she loved her husband; and now the
new miracle was to come to her,--the miracle of a child, the little
perfect promise of the days to come. How marvellous--how marvellous
it was! The little imperative, helpless third person, bringing to
radiant youth and irresponsibility the terrors of danger and anguish,
and the great final joy, to share together. That was life. Julie was
living; and although Margaret's own heart was not yet a wife's, and
she could not yet find room for the love beyond that, still she was
strangely, deeply stirred now by a longing for all the experiences
that life held.
How she loved everything and everybody to-night,--how she loved just
being alive--just being Margaret Paget, lying here in the dark
dreaming and thinking. There was no one in the world with whom she
would change places to-night! Margaret found herself thinking of one
woman of her acquaintance after another,--and her own future, opening
all color of rose before her, seemed to her the one enviable path
through the world.
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