door. The Reverend Cleveland rose without pause, and stood with his eyes on the floor, frankly awaiting his wifeâs movement for departure. When this was made, he shook hands in silence with his fellow-guests, showing Mrs Cassell and Mrs Merton-Vane some courtliness, and Dr Cassell and Mr Billing some coldness. He then observed to Mrs Blackwood, âWe have to thank you for an exceedingly pleasant eveningâ; and took up his stand near the door, in waiting for the ladies of his family to precede him from the room. Mrs Blackwood escorted her sister and Dolores upstairs; leaving Dr Cassell to enlightenment of Mr Billing, whose attitude did not henceforth waver from the gratefully receptive; and a sisterly talk enlivened the assumption of wrappings.
âSo Cleveland and Bertram are going to walk on, dear,â said Mrs Blackwood.
âYes, dear,â said Mrs Hutton. âThey leavethe trap to us feminine creatures. It does not hold more than two.â
âWhen we lived at Hallington,â said Mrs Blackwood, âwe had a trap that only had room for one besides the man; and when Herbert and I went out, he used to wait to put me into it before he started himself. He used to say he felt so worried, when he thought of me clambering into it alone in the dark.â
âOh, that was such a dangerous trap,â said Mrs Hutton. âIt really was hardly safe.â
âOh, no, dear,â said Mrs Blackwood; âit could not have been safer; it was only Herbertâs nervousness about me.â
âAh, those were your early married days,â said Mrs Hutton, adjusting her hood before the glass.
âOh, but Herbert has not altered in the least since then,â said Mrs Blackwood, her voice becoming a little higher pitched. âHe fidgets so about me, that sometimes in company he makes me feel quite foolish.â
Mrs Hutton pulled out her strings without sign of accepting this statement; and Mrs Blackwood felt urged to its elaboration.
âI always think it is such a wrong theory that husbands are different after they are married. I think that as they begin, so they go on. You see Herbert worries about me just as much as ever; and Cleveland never has beenanxious about you, has he? He does not let things like that disturb him.â
âMy dear Carrie, it is rather absurd to talk about
Herbertâs
being worried,â said Mrs Hutton. âI do not remember seeing him worried in his life.â
âOh, you do not understand him, dear,â said Mrs Blackwood. âHe does not show his feelings on the surface. I often think what a sad thing it would have been for him, if he had married some one who did not believe in anything that was not under her eyes. I am so thankful that we were brought together.â
âThankfulness on that point is a needless self-exaction, dear,â said Mrs Hutton. âAs you were cousins, special providential arrangements to bring you together were not required.â
âMy dear, our grandparents were second cousins,â said Mrs Blackwood. âPeople connected in that degree very often never meet. I always feel that Herbert and I were given to each other.â
âI remember you so well when you were engaged,â said Mrs Hutton, with a little laugh.
âI remember it too,â said Mrs Blackwood; âand how I used to pity you, for having no chance of getting married, though you were the elder sister. Girls are so amusing in the way they look at things.â
âI never can understand how women canmarry boys,â said Mrs Hutton, surveying her reflection in the mirror.
âMy dear, when a woman marries as young as I did, she naturally marries a young man,â said Mrs Blackwood. âOf course a man is getting on in years when he has one life behind him.â
âI meant I could not understand a womanâs accepting a man younger than herself,â said Mrs Hutton; âas though she would secure a
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