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" I don't mean that," replied his wife, " I mean soldiers— Serjeants."
" Oh !" said Mr. Tetterby.
"Well, 'Dolphus, I'm sure I never think of such things now, to regret them • and I'm sure I've got as good a husband, and would do as much to prove that I was fond of him, as------"
"As any little woman in the world," said Mr. Tetterby. "Very good. Very good."
If Mr. Tetterby had been ten feet high, he could not have expressed a gentler consideration for Mrs. Tetterby's fairy-like stature; and if Mrs. Tetterby had been two feet high, she could not have felt it more appropriately her due.
"But you see, 'Dolphus," said Mrs. Tetterby, "this being Christmas-time, when all people who can, make holiday, and when all people who have got money, like to spend some, I did, somehow, get a little out of sorts when I was in the streets just now. There were so many things to be sold—such delicious things to eat, such fine things to look at, such delightful things to have—and there was so much calculating and calculating necessary, before I durst lay out a sixpence for the commonest thing; and the basket was so large, and wanted so much in it; and my stock of money was so small, and would go such a little way;—you hate me, don't you, 'Dolphus?"
"Not quite," said Mr. Tetterby, "as yet."
" Well! I'll tell you the whole truth," pursued his wife, penitently, "and then perhaps you will. I felt all this, so much, when I was trudging about in the cold, and when I saw a lot of other calculating faces and large baskets trudging about, too, that I began to think whether I mightn't have done better, and been happier, if—I—hadn't—" the wedding-ring went round again, and Mrs. Tetterby shook her downcast head as she turned it.
"I see," said her husband quietly; "if you hadn't married at all, or if you had married somebody else ?"
" Yes," sobbed Mrs. Tetterby. " That's really what I thought. Do you hate me now, 'Dolphus ?"'
"Why no," said Mr. Tetterby, "I don't find that I do, as yet."
Mrs. Tetterby gave him a thankful kiss, and went on.
" I begin to hope you won't, now, 'Dolphus, though I am afraid I haven't told you the worst. I can't think what came over me. I don't know whether I was ill, or mad, or what I was, but I couldn't call up anything that seemed to bind us to each other, or to reconcile me to my fortune. All the pleasures and enjoyments we had ever had—they seemed so poor and insignificant, I hated them. I could have trodden on them. And I could think of |
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