Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
"I wasn't speaking of going out, or anything of that kind. I dare say
you are hardly up to that; but Dr Benyon says you would be ever so much
better if you had some variety. When Gertrude comes, I want to arrange
for going away somewhere."
"I did not mean with regard to my health," said Eugenia. "I am well
enough. I meant, considering other things; how recently--" she broke
off, abruptly. "I would rather have been left alone a little longer;
but, of course, a visit from your sister is different from any strangers
coming."
Captain Chancellor looked slightly uneasy; an intuitive feeling had
warned Eugenia that something more was to come. "Gertrude is coming
alone," he said; "but she asks me if we can have the Chancellor girls
here a fortnight hence. They are going to stay with her at Winsley, and
she would like them to be here part of the time. And of course, there
is no possible objection to it? They know we are not going out just
now. One or two small dinner-parties and a little croquet, or that sort
of thing, will be all they will expect."
Eugenia made no reply. Beauchamp began to get vexed. "You surely are
not going to make a new trouble out of such a simple thing as this?" he
exclaimed.
"I don't want to make any trouble," she answered, drearily. "I must do
what you tell me; but I do think it cruel of you to put this upon me. I
don't expect you to sympathise in my greatest loss, but I _cannot_
understand your not caring about our poor little baby."
Captain Chancellor gave vent to a muttered exclamation of impatience.
"You are infatuated, Eugenia!" he exclaimed. "Do you never look at home
as the cause of half the things you complain of? It is not true that I
did not care about the poor little thing. I cared as much as was
natural considering the circumstances, and that it was not a boy. But I
detest exaggerated sentiment. And really, you have no right to reproach
me. You must know you have no one to thank for this particular trouble
but yourself; your own want of self-control and wild behaviour because I
had prevented your going off to Wareborough in that insane way, were the
cause of it all. I did not intend ever to have alluded to it; but you
provoke me, I do believe, intentionally. I cannot express the least
wish of late but you set yourself against it. It never seems to occur
to you that I have my share of disagreeables to put up with. Do you
think the sort of life I have had the last few months was what I looked
forward to, or that any man would envy me a wife everlastingly in low
spirits like you?"
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