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garrison hacks. She was
in the flower of her freshness, and had been kept in the tent, receiving,
as an only daughter, the most "particular" education from the excellent
Lady Emily (General Bernardstone married a daughter of Lord
Clandufly), who looks like a pink-faced rabbit, and is (after Joscelind)
one of the nicest women I know. When I met them in a country-house,
a few weeks after the marriage was "arranged," as they say here,
Joscelind won my affections by saying to me, with her timid directness
(the speech made me feel sixty years old), that she must thank me for
having been so kind to Mr. Tester. You saw her at Doubleton, and you
will remember that though she has no regular beauty, many a prettier

woman would be very glad to look like her. She is as fresh as a
new-laid egg, as light as a feather, as strong as a mail-phaeton. She is
perfectly mild, yet she is clever enough to be sharp if she would. I don't
know that clever women are necessarily thought ill-natured, but it is
usually taken for granted that amiable women are very limited. Lady
Tester is a refutation of the theory, which must have been invented by a
vixenish woman who was not clever. She has an adoration for her
husband, which absorbs her without in the least making her silly, unless
indeed it is silly to be modest, as in this brutal world I sometimes
believe. Her modesty is so great that being unhappy has hitherto
presented itself to her as a form of egotism,--that egotism which she
has too much delicacy to cultivate. She is by no means sure that if
being married to her beautiful baronet is not the ideal state she dreamed
it, the weak point of the affair is not simply in her own presumption. It
does n't express her condition, at present, to say that she is unhappy or
disappointed, or that she has a sense of injury. All this is latent;
meanwhile, what is obvious, is that she is bewildered,--she simply does
n't understand; and her perplexity, to me, is unspeakably touching. She
looks about her for some explanation, some light. She fixes her eyes on
mine sometimes, and on those of other people, with a kind of searching
dumbness, as if there were some chance that I--that they--may explain,
may tell her what it is that has happened to her. I can explain very well,
but not to her,--only to you!

III.
It was a brilliant match for Miss Bernardstone, who had no fortune at
all, and all her friends were of the opinion that she had done very well
After Easter she was in London with her people, and I saw a good deal
of them, in fact, I rather cultivated them. They might perhaps even have
thought me a little patronizing, if they had been given to thinking that
sort of thing. But they were not; that is not in their line. English people
are very apt to attribute motives,--some of them attribute much worse
ones than we poor simpletons in America recognize, than we have even
heard of! But that is only some of them; others don't, but take
everything literally and genially. That was the case with the

Bernardstones; you could be sure that on their way home, after dining
with you, they would n't ask each other how in the world any one could
call you pretty, or say that many people did believe, all the same, that
you had poisoned your grandfather.
Lady Emily was exceedingly gratified at her daughter's engagement; of
course she was very quiet about it, she did n't clap her hands or drag in
Mr. Tester's name; but it was easy to see that she felt a kind of maternal
peace, an abiding satisfaction. The young man behaved as well as
possible, was constantly seen with Joscelind, and smiled down at her in
the kindest, most protecting way. They looked beautiful together; you
would have said it was a duty for people whose color matched so well
to marry. Of course he was immensely taken up, and did n't come very
often to see me; but he came sometimes, and when he sat there he had a
look which I did n't understand at first. Presently I saw what it
expressed; in my drawing-room he was off duty, he had no longer to sit
up and play a part; he would lean back and rest and draw a long breath,
and forget that the day of his execution was fixed. There was to be no
indecent haste about the marriage; it was not to take place till after the
session, at the end of August It puzzled me and rather distressed me.
that his