Yes, he was a baby, a dear, high-spirited baby, but a baby now at very
close quarters and one that went on all the time. You couldn't put him
in a cot and give him a bottle and say, 'There now,' and then sit down
quietly to a little sewing; you didn't have Sundays out; you were never,
day or night, an instant off duty. Lucy couldn't count the number of
times a day she had to answer the question, 'Who's my own little wife?'
At first she answered it with laughing ecstasy, running into his
outstretched arms, but very soon that fatal sleepiness set in and
remained with her for the whole of her honeymoon, and she really felt
too tired sometimes to get the ecstasy she quickly got to know was
expected of her into her voice. She loved him, she was indeed his own
little wife, but constantly to answer this and questions like it
satisfactorily was a great exertion. Yet if there was a shadow of
hesitation before she answered, a hair's-breadth of delay owing to her
thoughts having momentarily wandered, Wemyss was upset, and she had to
spend quite a long time reassuring him with the fondest whispers and
caresses. Her thoughts mustn't wander, she had discovered; her thoughts
were to be his as well as all the rest of her. Was ever a girl so much
loved? she asked herself, astonished and proud; but, on the other hand,
she was dreadfully sleepy.
Any thinking she did had to be done at night, when she lay awake because
of the immense emphasis with which Wemyss slept, and she hadn't been
married a week before she was reflecting what a bad arrangement it was,
the way ecstasy seemed to have no staying power. Also it oughtn't to
begin, she considered, at its topmost height and accordingly not be able
to move except downwards. If one could only start modestly in marriage
with very little of it and work steadily upwards, taking one's time,
knowing there was more and more to come, it would be much better she
thought. No doubt it would go on longer if one slept better and hadn't,
consequently, got headaches. Everard's ecstasy went on. Perhaps by
ecstasy she really meant high spirits, and Everard was beside himself
with high spirits.
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