“I’ve been here ever since you came.”

“What in the world doing?”

“Oh, enjoying myself.”

“Looking at the pictures?”

“Watching you walk round:’ 

“I thought you couldn’t be enjoying the pictures,” she said simply.  “I’m not.”

She was not happy, indeed, in any of the aesthetic dissipations into which she had plunged, and it was doubtless from a shrewder knowledge of her nature than she had herself that her husband had proposed this active usefulness, which she once intended under such different conditions.  At the end of the ends she was a Puritan; belated, misdated, if the reader will, and cast upon good works for the consolation which the Puritans formerly found in a creed.  Riches and ease were sinful to her, and somehow to be atoned for; and she had no real love for anything that was not of an immediate humane and spiritual effect.  Under the shelter of her husband’s name the benevolent use of her skill was no queerer than the charity to which many ladies devote themselves; though they are neither of them people to have felt the anguish which comes from the fear of what other people will think.  They go their way in life, and are probably not disturbed by any misgivings concerning them.  It is thought, on one hand, that he is a man of excellent head, and of a heart so generous that his deference to her in certain matters is part of the devoted flattery which would spoil any other woman, but that she consults his judgment in every action of her life, and trusts his sense with the same completeness that she trusts his love.  On the other hand, when it is felt that she ought to have done for the sake of woman what she could not do for herself, she is regarded as sacrificed in her marriage.  If, it is feared, she is not infatuated with her husband, she is in a disgraceful subjection, without the hope of better or higher things.  If she had children, they might be a compensation and refuge for her; in that case, to be sure, she must be cut off from her present resource in caring for the children of others; though the conditions under which she now exercises her skill certainly amount to begging the whole question of woman’s fitness for the career she had chosen.

Both parties to this contention are, strange to say, ladies.  If it has not been made clear from the events and characters of the foregoing history which opinion is right, I am unable to decide.  It is well, perhaps, not to be too explicitly in the confidence of one’s heroine.  After her marriage perhaps it is not even decorous.

PG EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: 

     A boat’s like your own fireside for snugness
     All treat ourselves upon a theory
     Character of all-compelling lady’s-novel hero
     Critical spirit of a recent arrival
     Delusion that because I was very unhappy I was useful
     Divination of her unexpressed