PROLOGUE.

Ah, the misfortune of being wealthy, the misery of being handsome, the disadvantage of a divine moustache and a dimple in the chin, the affliction of having wavy hair and dark eyes, the forlorn condition of a man who is very clever, who never makes a bad joke, who is such “good company,” such a “jolly dog,” such a “happy creature” and “fortunate fellow”!  Oh the calamity of possessing a romantic country-seat and fine horses!—­the ill-starred luck of a person who is always finding a moon that shines beautifully, a sun that is never too hot, long walks that cannot be too long, and drives that are “so delightful”!

I am the unhappy victim of a fate which in spiteful mood gifted me beyond my fellow-men.  I might have had my share of enjoyment in the world, as mediocre people have, but my perfections are in my way at every turn, continually marring my prospects.  A superficial observer might think that these advantages would have the contrary effect—­that I should be more fortunate than others—­but my story will prove my assertion.  Take, for example, my difficulties as a “marrying man.”  I will relate my experience during the past three years, and you can judge for yourself.

CHAPTER I.

My good mother (may Heaven reward her!) often advised me to marry betimes.  “Marry early in life, my dear Charles,” she would say, “but marry a woman worthy of you.”

In her solicitude my mother foresaw the difficulty of the task she had set before me.  She had known and admired me from childhood, and of course appreciated my worth.  I remember her sad but affectionate gaze as she spoke, and I, unconscious of the future, smiled to reassure her.  With the simplicity inseparable from great natures, I did not value the treasures I possessed.  I was as the poet before he has touched his lyre—­as the sculptor ere he has found his marble.  Since then the years have brought knowledge.  My eyes have been opened by the actions of those around me—­by the admiration I excite whenever I appear; by the respect with which I am listened to when I speak; by the warmth with which I am welcomed wherever I visit.  I could produce many examples to illustrate my gradual awakening, but they would be irrelevant to my subject.

I earnestly desired to fulfill my mother’s wishes, and as soon as it seemed proper after her decease I set out on my quest as on a pilgrimage.  The task which requires from most men some six weeks’ or three months’ time, perhaps a few moments snatched from business or a few evenings of ball-room devotion, has cost me three years’ labor, and it is not yet accomplished.  But I suppose it is easier for other men to find some one worthy of them.