Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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The Major felt that although this was a very proper state of things
from an artistic point of view, it argued hardly so well for the chances
of matrimonial bliss. That need of a pursuit after marriage indicated a
certain emptiness in the existence of the wife. A life closed and
rounded in the narrow circle of a wedding ring hardly leaves room for
the assiduous study of art.
And now began for Christabel a life which seemed to her to be in some
wise a piece of mechanism, an automatic performance of daily recurring
duties, an hourly submission to society which had no charm for her--a
life which would have hung as heavily upon her spirit as the joyless
monotony of a convict prison, had it not been for the richness of her
own mental resources, and her love of the country in which she lived.
She could not be altogether unhappy roaming with her old friend Jessie
over those wild romantic hills, or facing the might of that tremendous
ocean, grand and somewhat awful even in its calmest aspect. Nor was she
unhappy seated in her own snug morning-room among the books she
loved--books which were always opening new worlds of thought and wonder,
books of such inexhaustible interest that she was often inclined to
give way to absolute despair at the idea of how much of this world's
wisdom must remain unexplored even at the end of a long life. De Quincey
has shown by figures that not the hardest reader can read half the good
old books that are worth reading; to say nothing of those new books
daily claiming to be read.
No, for a thoroughly intellectual woman, loving music, loving the
country, tender and benevolent to the poor, such a life as Christabel
was called upon to lead in this first year of marriage could not be
altogether unhappy. Here were two people joined by the strongest of all
human ties, and yet utterly unsympathetic; but they were not always in
each other's company, and when they were together the wife did her best
to appear contented with her lot, and to make life agreeable to her
husband. She was more punctilious in the performance of every duty she
owed him than she would have been had she loved him better. She never
forgot that his welfare was a charge which she had taken upon herself to
please the kinswoman to whom she owed so much. The debt was all the
more sacred since she to whom it was due had passed away to the land
where there is no knowledge of earthly conduct.
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