She dropped a flower—it’s in my
pocket-book now. “Dear husband,” she murmured. ‘You know perfectly well that
she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. This was the first young man who had
drawn from her something more than speculative interest. The lips were straight and
pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. We all get
deceived sometimes. The peculiar appearance of the sky was
not without some influence in awakening these terrors. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. ’
‘Do not hope it,’ returned Melusine, snapping uncontrollably.
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