Mrs. CraddockMaugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
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Mrs. Craddock
Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
Marriage -- Fiction
“But I’m twenty-one to-morrow, Edward--didn’t you know? And I shall be
my own mistress. I shan’t leave Blackstable till I’m your wife.”
They were walking slowly towards the house, whither he, in his anxiety
lest she should stay out too long, had guided her steps. They went arm
in arm, and Bertha enjoyed her happiness.
“Dr. Ramsay is coming to luncheon to-morrow,” she said, “and I shall
tell them both that I’m going to be married to you.”
“He won’t like it,” said Craddock, rather nervously.
“I’m sure I don’t care. If you like it and I like it, the rest can think
as they choose.”
“I leave everything in your hands,” he said.
They had arrived at the portico, and Bertha looked at it doubtfully.
“I suppose I ought to go in,” she said, wishing Edward to persuade her
to take one more turn round the garden.
“Yes, do,” he said. “I’m so afraid you’ll catch cold.”
It was charming of him to be so solicitous about her health, and of
course he was right. Everything he did and said was right; for the
moment Bertha forgot her wayward nature, and wished suddenly to subject
herself to his strong guidance. His very strength made her feel
curiously weak.
“Good-night, my beloved,” she whispered, passionately.
She could not tear herself away from him; it was utter madness. Their
kisses never ended.
“Good-night!”
She watched him at last disappear into the darkness, and finally shut
the door behind her.
Chapter III
With old and young great sorrow is followed by a sleepless night, and
with the old great joy is as disturbing; but youth, I suppose, finds
happiness more natural and its rest is not thereby disturbed. Bertha
slept without dreams, and awaking, for the moment did not remember the
occurrence of the previous day; but quickly it came back to her and she
stretched herself with a sigh of great content. She lay in bed to
contemplate her well-being. She could hardly realise that she had
attained her dearest wish. God was very good, and gave His creatures
what they asked; without words, from the fulness of her heart, she
offered up thanks. It was quite extraordinary, after the maddening
expectation, after the hopes and fears, the lover’s pains which are
nearly pleasure, at last to be satisfied. She had now nothing more to
desire, for her happiness was complete. Ah yes, indeed, God was very
good!
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