Two that live together in union are supposed to be intimate on every leaf.  Particularly when they love one another and the cause they have at heart is common to them in equal measure, the uses of a cordial familiarity forbid reserves upon important matters between them, as we think; not thinking of an imposed secretiveness, beneath the false external of submissiveness, which comes of an experience of repeated inefficiency to maintain a case in opposition, on the part of the loquently weaker of the pair.  In Constitutional Kingdoms a powerful Government needs not to be tyrannical to lean oppressively; it is more serviceable to party than agreeable to country; and where the alliance of men and women binds a loving couple, of whom one is a torrent of persuasion, their differings are likely to make the other resemble a log of the torrent.  It is borne along; it dreams of a distant corner of the way for a determined stand; it consents to its whirling in anticipation of an undated hour when it will no longer be neutral.

There may be, moreover, while each has the key of the fellow breast, a mutually sensitive nerve to protest against intrusion of light or sound.  The cloud over the name of their girl could now strike Nataly and Victor dumb in their taking of counsel.  She divined that his hint had encouraged him to bring the crisis nearer, and he that her comprehension had become tremblingly awake.  They shrank, each of them, the more from an end drawing closely into view.  All subjects glooming off or darkening up to it were shunned by them verbally, and if they found themselves entering beneath that shadow, conversation passed to an involuntary gesture, more explicit with him, significant of the prohibited, though not acknowledging it.

All the stronger was it Victor’s purpose, leaping in his fashion to the cover of action as an escape from perplexity, to burn and scheme for the wedding of their girl—­the safe wedding of that dearest, to have her protected, secure, with the world warm about her.  And he well knew why his Nataly had her look of a closed vault (threatening, if opened, to thunder upon Life) when he dropped his further hints.  He chose to call it feminine inconsistency, in a woman who walked abroad with a basket of marriage-ties for the market on her arm.  He knew that she would soon have to speak the dark words to their girl; and the idea of any doing of it, caught at his throat.  Reasonably she dreaded the mother’s task; pardonably indeed.  But it is for the mother to do, with a girl.  He deputed it lightly to the mother because he could see himself stating the facts to a son.  ’And, my dear boy, you will from this day draw your five thousand a year, and we double it on the day of your marriage, living at Lakelands or where you will.’

His desire for his girl’s protection by the name of one of our great Families, urged him to bind Nataly to the fact, with the argument, that it was preferable for the girl to hear their story during her green early youth, while she reposed her beautiful blind faith in the discretion of her parents, and as an immediate step to the placing of her hand in a husband’s.  He feared that her mother required schooling to tell the story vindicatingly and proudly, in a manner to distinguish instead of degrading or temporarily seeming to accept degradation.