‘I am sure he will.’

’My belief is that he will leave her behind him, or that they will settle somewhere in the wilds of America out in Mexico, or Massachusetts, or the Rocky Mountains.  I do not think that he will have the courage to shew her in London.’

The marriage was to take place in the Protestant church at Florence early in June, and then the bride and bridegroom were to go over the Alps, and to remain there subject to tidings as to the health of the old man at Naples.  Mr Glascock had thrown up his seat in Parliament, some month or two ago, knowing that he could not get back to his duties during the present session, and feeling that he would shortly be called upon to sit in the other House.  He was thus free to use his time and to fix his days as he pleased; and it was certainly clear to those who knew him, that he was not ashamed of his American bride.  He spent much of his time at the Spaldings’ house, and was always to be seen with them in the Casino and at the Opera.  Mrs Spalding, the aunt, was, of course, in great glory.  A triumphant, happy, or even simply a splendid marriage, for the rising girl of a family is a great glory to the maternal mind.  Mrs Spalding could not but be aware that the very air around her seemed to breathe congratulations into her ears.  Her friends spoke to her, even on indifferent subjects, as though everything was going well with her, better with her than with anybody else; and there came upon her in these days a dangerous feeling, that in spite of all the preachings of the preachers, the next world might perhaps be not so very much better than this.  She was, in fact, the reverse of the medal of which poor Lady Rowley filled the obverse.  And the American Minister was certainly an inch taller than before, and made longer speeches, being much more regardless of interruption.  Olivia was delighted at her sister’s success, and heard with rapture the description of Monkhams, which came to her second-hand through her sister.  It was already settled that she was to spend her next Christmas at Monkhams, and perhaps there might be an idea in her mind that there were other eldest sons of old lords who would like American brides.  Everything around Caroline Spalding was pleasant except the words of Wallachia Petrie.

Everything around her was pleasant till there came to her a touch of a suspicion that the marriage which Mr Glascock was going to make would be detrimental to her intended husband in his own country.  There were many in Florence who were saying this besides the wife of the English Minister and Lady Rowley.  Of course Caroline Spalding herself was the last to hear it, and to her the idea was brought by Wallachia Petrie.  ‘I wish I could think you would make yourself happy, or him,’ Wallachia had said, croaking.

‘Why should I fail to make him happy?’

’Because you are not of the same blood, or race, or manners as himself.  They say that he is very wealthy in his own country, and that those who live around him will look coldly on you.’